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Elias closed his eyes. The bitrate was soaring—1411 kbps. Every breath, every subtle vibrato, every squeak of a finger on a guitar string was audible. The soundstage was massive. He wasn't listening to a recording; he was standing in the studio, surrounded by musicians who had poured their hearts into a plea for love in a cold world.

The layers of harmony washed over him. The 'wall of sound' that the producers had spent weeks crafting was finally intact. It hit Elias with a physical force. The tears came before he could stop them, a reaction to the sheer, unadulterated beauty of the data stream. air supply flac

"The 1980 master?" Elias asked.