Every spring, the town of Pella, Iowa erupts in a riot of tulips, tens of thousands of blooms in cheerful red, yellow, and white, drawing tourists from across the Midwest to its Tulip Time Festival. Windmills creak pleasantly in the breeze. Church spires pierce a wide, flat sky. On the surface, Pella looks like a Hallmark movie set, scrubbed clean and picture-perfect.

But linger past the festival weekend, and a different kind of atmosphere settles in one that feels less like small-town charm and more like the opening act of something you can’t quite name.

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