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Straight and NarrowJonah was tired of spirits.
He wasn't ashamed of that fact, either. He was sick of spirits.
He had gone for so long as an Eleventh Percenter with little to no exposure to the official side of things, or—call it what it was—the political side of things. And he wished that he could have stayed ignorant of it. It had been so much better when the Curaie had just been Spirit Guides somewhere in the ethereal world.
But now, he never wanted to deal with them again.
After he had been banished, and saw those cursed crows fly off to wherever Creyton was, he sat numbly in his car. He couldn't feel his fingers. But what he did feel was stubbornness. He was not going back into the estate to collect what few belongings he had there. They were meaningless, anyway. He couldn't
