Ottawa, 1916. The Department of Northern Rail
Expansion commissions Elara Voss, a deaf
topographical artist, to survey the abandoned
construction camp at Tuktuq—last known site of
the northernmost spike on the transcontinental
line. Supply drops ceased six months prior. No
survivors reported.
She travels by dog sled with two RCMP
dispatchers. The trail vanishes in a whiteout
past Tree Line Station. Navigation fails—the
compass spins near exposed black shale outcrops
that hum at dawn. Her first sketch, drawn from
memory, shows the camp’s mess tent tilted east.
That night, they find it exactly so, buried
under snowdrifts shaped like walls only her
paper had described.
Elara burns the sketch. Next day, she draws the
foreman’s cabin as collapsed. They uncover it
crushed beneath a boulder not present in aerial
surveys. She stops drawing landscapes. Begins
sketching people instead.
In the ruins of the bunkhouse, she finds a body
frozen in the stove well. Not decayed. Preserved.
Hand clutching a slate tablet etched with
Inuktitut symbols and railway coordinates. His
chest bears no wound. Skin intact. But his
shadow lies three feet west, nailed to the floor
by sunlight—a physical thing, stiff as leather.
She copies the symbols into her journal. That
evening, the dispatchers argue in gestures. One
aims his rifle at the corpse. The other blocks
him. Gun discharges. Bullet strikes shale. Air
cracks like ice breaking. The second dispatcher
collapses—no blood, no breath. Autopsy later
shows lungs filled with silt, as if drowned
inland. First confirmed death tied to the Tuktuq
Projection Field.
Ottawa recalls all records. Dispatches a fire
team. Elara is ordered to surrender her
portfolio. She hides one page: a selfportrait,
eyes open, hands pressed to stone.
Back in Hull, she wakes to tapping on glass. Her
sketch of the corpse now hangs framed in
Parliament’s geological annex. Security footage
shows no intruder. The next morning, the Ottawa
River freezes midcurrent, forming a path of
hexagonal ice leading north. Scientists confirm
the pattern matches her ink density.
The Dominion imposes Rule One: no image of the
North may be rendered in pigment or graphite
without federal clearance. Violators charged
under Wartime Archives Act.
Elara switches to charcoal made from burnt
railway ties. Draws nothing but the dead
foreman’s hand. Next freeze, Lake Deschenes
lifts into a glassy fist above the city.
Hovering. Silent.
Rule Two enacted: all art supplies restricted in
postal zones bordering Quebec and Nunavik.
She begins carving on birch bark. Hides panels
in library books. Children report seeing train
tracks in schoolyard frost. A CN engineer dies
after walking sleepwalking onto frozen Lac
Philippe—ice surface shows full blueprints of
the missing rail extension, drawn in pressure
fractures.
RCMP raid her studio. Find no tools. Only a
sealed envelope addressed to the Governor
General. Inside: one drawing. The entire
Canadian Shield peeled back like bark, revealing
a pulsing core aligned with magnetic north.
That night, every compass needle in the country
swings true—not to geomagnetic pole, but to her
attic window.
She boards up the skylight. Stops making art.
Three weeks later, ground tremors split Highway
148. From fissure emerges a single steel rail,
laid perfectly straight, vanishing into unbroken
forest. Survey drones lose signal after fifty
klicks.
Federal engineers try blasting it. Detonations
fail. Sound bends around the track.
Elara walks north alone. Last sighting near Old
Chelsea bridge. Her footprints end at the rail.
No body recovered.
Rail remains. Grows one meter per thaw.
Alignment unchanged.
National Mapping Division archives all landscape
illustration under Class9 Lock. Art schools add
clause to curriculum: representation of northern
terrain requires psychological review.
Permafrost maps now list “Voss Instability Zones.
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The hum returns each spring.
