It's your fault. There is wizardry here, and in a trance of overpowering compulsion I found myself glassy eyed and quivering with need for another pipe. "Savinelli," the demon within me whispered, "you have no Savinelli." I felt my will collapse within me. I whimpered. A howl of anguish and desire broke from my lips. "I must have a Savinelli!" I shouted to the empty room. There was no one to help me, to restrain me in my craven weakness. The vile wizardry was strong. I tried to deflect it by looking at tobacco. Numbers lost their meaning. Hell is the impossibility of reason. I was enslaved to a force I could not defeat. I yielded and a peaceful calm enveloped me. "Yes," I murmured. "I shall." A joy indescribable in its sweetness held me in thrawl. It was right to obey, to embrace in love the inhabitant of my will. "This," I said pointing. "This one here. This pipe. This Savinelli. This glorious, wonderful thing. It was put here for me and is fit for no other." The demon smiled. "No one but you," it said. "Beware of thieves," it said. "Now," it said. "Thieves," it said again. And then it became mine.
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