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It's late morning on June the 26th, 2013.

A scorchingly hot day in Hardin County, North Central Iowa.

The atmosphere is heavy and humid.

The gathering heat trapped beneath a wide, unbroken blue sky.

The fierce sun bakes the empty asphalt roads,

and the air shimmers over the patchwork of fields

that make up this pocket of America's Midwest.

Dotted across the landscape are indications of the area's thriving agricultural output.

Family farms own for generations stretch out over the fields. Here and there you'll find cattle barns, heavy duty machinery and crop storage facilities.

Among the largest of these are grain bins.

Enormous silo-like containers.

Inside these vast steel structures, thousands of bushels worth of harvested grain are kept,

lying undisturbed for months at a time. But within one such container, a few pieces of corn

slide down a slight U-shaped dip in the middle of a mountain of grain.

At first glance, there appears to be no reason for the disturbance.

The silo is dark and deathly quiet, seemingly devoid of human life.

But a closer look into the gloom reveals something else.

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