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... nt. All eyes were glued to the large screen, ears catching the resonating soundtrack.
At first, the sound of a snare drum rang out steadily, as if marching from the distant smoke of war. The military bugle, with its distinct metallic tone, replaced the classical trumpet typically used in orchestral compositions. Accompanied by a low humming voice, filled with reverence and remembrance, it was like the first light of dawn breaking through the fog, quietly yet gradually stirring emotions. ...
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