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On August 10, 1717, a farmer wakes as the rooster crows, a wake-up call literally from nature. His day begins in a frigid room, surrounded by straw bedding and unwelcome bedbugs. After a splash of cold water on his face, the weather outside is a critical concern, tied directly to his livelihood. Farming predates industrial machinery, demanding endless labor from sunrise to sunset, lit only by flickering candles when daylight fades.
Grieving the loss of his brother to a preventable infection, he is disconnected from news beyond what traveling messengers may bring. The challenges of survival shape every moment of his day, where time is dictated by nature’s rhythms and the relentless cycle of work.