《The Disinterred》作者： - Mark W. Tiedemann【EPUB】

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The Disinterred by Mark W. Tiedemann Thomas Auerbach stepped unsteadily from the carriage and waited for the ghost to follow him. After a few moments, he turned around and saw only an empty seat where for the entire ride from the landing at Newburgh on the Hudson the specter of his dead son had kept him silent company. Thomas blinked, unsure whether he felt relief or disappointment. "Will that be all, sir?" Thomas looked up at the coachman. "Yes, I … forgive me." He fumbled in his waistcoat for coins and handed them uninspected to the driver. "Thank you." The man touched a finger to his aging tricorn and flicked the reins. The pair of sweat-sleeked horses broke into a lazy canter. Dust billowed, obscuring the coach as it rumbled down the road. Thomas looked up at the house. Heavily whitewashed, it seemed to glow in the morning glare. The window shutters were a fading spring green, but it was otherwise plain. Sweat traced a ticklish path down his face and he swallowed around the lump in his throat. He wanted a drink from the pocket flask in his coat. Instead, giving the road a last quick look for his son, he went to the front door. He raised his cane to rap when it opened. A tall woman with small, dark eyes regarded him critically. "Yes?" she said sharply