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Once again, that voice echoing in my head. It was so audible that sometimes I was afraid it was unconsciously me speaking, and that others might be listening, but from my mother's expression, I realized it wasn't the case; only I could hear it. “Darling, you must be exhausted and must be longing to change out of those clothes.” Celeste's voice was soothing, and I appreciated her words because they managed to silence the annoyance in my head. “How about taking a shower and, by the way, getting to know your room's bathroom?” I accepted the idea, although not without some reluctance because I was sure I would hear the voices again once I was alone, relaxing under the warm water. Entering what would henceforth be my bathroom, I continued to be surprised. The bathtub, the shower, and all t