Nella Quince was very good at counting things.

Crates. Ledgers. Debts. Mistakes no one wanted her to notice.

Then one bad day at Grayholt Freight ended with falling crates, darkness, and Nella waking beneath a broken pear trellis with a brass seed counter in her hand, a failing farm in front of her, and a magical Ledger insisting she had until sundown to plant her first crop.

Kettlewick Farm is not thriving. The roof sags, the pump is broken, the fields are wild, and the Barony of Sorn is already circling with notices, inspections, and old debts. Worse, the farm remembers things the rest of the valley would rather forget.

Armed with practical suspicion, a cracked seed counter, and a talent for turning panic into lists, Nella must learn how to grow ember beans, repair old systems, survive rural bureaucracy, and decide whether this strange, stubborn farm is a trap, an inheritance, or the first place that has ever truly needed her.

A cozy farming LitRPG about second chances, magical homesteading, found community, and one very tired woman learning that not every living thing can be measured in columns.