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The story opens on a bleak early spring in Stockholm, where a young farmhand trudges down the narrow Bastugatan. Snow‑slicked cobbles give way to stubborn mud, and the harsh light of the low sun seems to melt the city’s grime as slowly as the lingering winter ice. He moves with his eyes fixed to the ground, his thoughts as heavy as the damp boots that splash through the thawing water.

Between the cramped, smoke‑stained houses he recalls the open fields of his childhood, the rhythm of sowing and the promise of a harvest that once gave his life meaning. The coarse blue coat he wears, a hand‑measured gift from a distant relative, presses against his chest like a reminder of both duty and poverty. As the first signs of warmth stir the air, he feels the pull of two worlds and wonders whether the city can ever become the soil he longs for.