It was during the autumn months of the year seventeen hundred sixty that I was born, the single child of a humble farming family residing in eastern Pennsylvania. My name is Schuyler Sun. In recent years, I fear my memory has grown dim, as all else dim with the passage of time. Yet the events of a single day, many years past, have remained as fresh and vivid in my mind as though they were lived but yesterday. If that day should fade with me, as I alone remain now to recall it, such would be an unspeakable injustice to those whose lives had been forever changed in an instant. And so upon this paper I shall now transcribe my memories, our story.
