An unassuming grey owl flew through the billowing smoke discharged by a distant factory, making its way toward the low-slung houses beside the abandoned industrial site.
As if passing through an invisible barrier, the owl slowly landed before the glass window on the second floor of an unremarkable, dilapidated house.
The glass was caked with dust and the marks of time, requiring electric lights even during the day to maintain adequate illumination.
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