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There was no wreckage, no trace whatsoever of the 4.35 train, it just didn’t arrive.
The tracks stopped as if swallowed by the forest, or continuing in another dimension invisible to the eye or inconceivable to the mind of Man.
On stormy nights, many said it wasn’t the wind howling, but the train’s whistle announcing its presence, and the rumbling of the wheels trying to gain purchase.
Perhaps Black Holes are not only in space, but heaven help us if it suddenly came back.