The Teahouse at the Edge of the Map

Synopsis

Burned out from sixty-hour weeks, Mara fell asleep at her desk and woke in a body, a world, and a will that weren't hers, heir to a tiny teahouse on the last road before the fog where the maps simply stop. There are no demon kings to defeat here. Only a kettle that's older than the kingdom, a brew that pours memory instead of tea, and regulars who are mostly retired monsters and a few very lonely gods.