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When she first pulled away, Emmit felt as though he were exposed to the cold desert wind. But only for a second. For his load felt lighter and his heart less heavy.

A fabric brushed against his face, wiping away his tears, and he heard her say:

“My name is Evangeline…and you…your…your name is?” 

Emmit opened his eyes, and stood up, not bothering to brush away the tears that dripped free. And for some reason he couldn’t explain, he felt taller, like he could run longer, almost as though he was stronger. As he looked her in the eyes, his eyes sparkled.

“Emmit Darker… The Last Enforcer,” he said. But then laughed out when he realized she probably couldn’t understand, and pried his fingers open from the crinkled note, and wrote on the back of it:

Emmit Darker, The Last Enforcer… Torch to the shadows. He is pleased to make your acquaintance.

And for the first time in many years, as he held the paper, the man in the black trenchcoat with a silver shield emblem let his hands quiver in the sight of others.