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In the far distance, the lights of the town twinkled in the inky blackness. Michael’s heart was pounding. The man had put up more of a fight than he had expected. It was just as well that Michael had chosen this location, high above the valley floor and a quarter a mile or so from the nearest house. The man had made quite a noise towards the end but Michael was confident that nobody could have heard him. Certainly nobody could have seen him. Not out there, in the darkness, in the middle of the viaduct. The man had been heavier than Michael had expected. It had taken all of Michael’s strength to lift him up onto the parapet and then push him over the edge. It was just as well that Michael was fit and strong. Then he noticed the man’s jacket, lying on the ground. He threw that over the parapet too. A light, cool breeze blew up the valley. The weatherman on the radio had said that warmer weather was on its way. Michael zipped up his leather bomber jacket and put his hands into his pockets. Now that it was done, it felt like an anticlimax. He strolled lethargically back along the walkway in the direction of the village. He began to whistle. It could have been done differently, less haphazardly, more professionally. Michael was learning. Next time he would do it better.
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