"A hundred miles of wind-swept grain, a gurgling spring beneath the fields. The old ox finishes its debt of to…
"A hundred miles of wind-swept grain, a gurgling spring beneath the fields. The old ox finishes its debt of toil, chewing grass as the sun sets behind the hills." Such is the peaceful life of Gracetown.
Within the town, homes abound. Outside, the plains stretch far. People rise at dawn, rest at dusk, and when smoke curls from chimneys, everyone returns home to warmth.
It should have been a place of peace, but blood has reached its soil.
In one town meet strangers and natives, past debts and present kindness, entangled in one thread.