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This is only the beginning to my prologue. I'm hoping for some constructive criticism, please, so don't be shy and tell me what you think. Thanks. =)

I saw him in a haze of white. It was almost like a dream --- so vague but so real. . . . I couldn't tell the difference between reality and imagination. Silver eyes had shone at me from behind a blur of snow, like fresh embers hot against burning coals. Odd, that those eyes were still piercing, even amongst the snow; I was drawn…

I have no title to this story quite yet, as I'm writing without much of an outline. As I write more I'll likely develop stronger characters and plot, which should result in a decent title. Until then, I'm posting these opening paragraphs to the story which I'm hoping will gain some constructive criticism. Thank you!

Murdered.

It was one word that claimed a hundred different possibilities --- who, when, where, why? --- and yet, it seemed overlooked to Rachel. As she…