I had a place like that once. I had a big old Victor stove with a half a cord (or so it seemed) firebox in the basement. It was vented upstairs and fan driven, when the electric worked. Most of the time it presented a different problem, like every window in the house opened in mid Jan.
Even with the pellet stove you still have to feed it.
I pulled a Frankster, decided I wanted to live a pioneer life, and I did for eight long years. It was hard assed work, nothing came easy and was the most peaceful I had ever lived. Not my choice today, but I know I can do it. It also taught me to live with no fear of this world going to chit.
Hmmmm, don’t know why I felt compelled to tell you that but coffee cannabis and a sun filled south porch on a cool fall morn..may have played a part