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As the beam from the torch drew closer, Michelle could make out a human shape. She saw the reflective strips of his jacket, then his yellow helmet with a single, narrow black band, the sign of his rank as a leading firefighter.
He loomed out of the blackness and squatted down outside the remains of her carriage and beneath the raised front of the other.
The torch beam made a sweep around the area, lingering on the debris that surrounded and covered her. With caution, he began to move some loose sections out of the way, his tough gloves protecting his hands from the jagged metal.
