Ghali looked inside the burner of his pipe. It had never been that full. Not when he was smoking alone. He lit the candle by the fireplace, and began to smoke.
Get a hold on yourself, Ghali. Get a damned hold on yourself.
The first breath almost had him collapse at first, but the dizziness did not last longer than a few moments.
Is that how much it takes to make you go insane? Desire and sense of guilt?
The second had a similar effect to the first, but it lasted a little longer.
