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Cherry Paige

Cherry Paige's Book(1)

The Edge of the Known

The Edge of the Known

Adventure
5.0
aya was the kind of woman you might pass on the street without a second glance - late 20s, quiet but kind, always carrying a canvas tote bag that held a dog-eared paperback, a faded water bottle, and a planner filled with to-do lists she never quite finished. Her hair was usually pulled into a practical bun or ponytail, and her wardrobe was built around business-casual staples: slacks, blouses in soft colors, and flats that could survive the subway. She worked as a junior accountant at a mid-sized firm in the city - the kind with gray carpeted hallways, humming fluorescent lights, and desks decorated with tiny potted succulents and motivational mugs. Her days were filled with spreadsheets, emails, budget reports, and the soft rhythm of typing keys and whispered phone calls. She was good at her job - organized, diligent, invisible in the best way. Lunch was often eaten at her desk, her eyes skimming over numbers while she munched on something microwaved. Dinners were quiet affairs at home - a quick pasta or reheated leftovers, eaten while half-watching a show she wasn't really invested in. On weekends, she grocery-shopped early to beat the crowds and occasionally met a friend or two for coffee. She wasn't lonely, exactly - just settled. Predictable. She kept her apartment neat, with a fondness for scented candles and late-night journaling. Her bookshelves were full of fantasy novels she told no one she reread over and over. Sometimes, after particularly long days, she dreamed of places she couldn't name - forests lit by moons she'd never seen, women with fire in their eyes, and voices that echoed like ancient songs. Maya didn't know it yet, but the world she lived in - orderly, calculated, stable - was about to tilt. Not because she craved chaos, but because something old had finally found her. And it had waited long enough.