Saetha handed me the journal.
The physical transfer was simple: she held it out, I took it, the leather warm from her hands and rougher than I expected from a world that generated most textures from a library. I turned it over once, feeling the worn edges, the places where the binding had been bent back far enough enough times to leave a permanent crease.
Marcus had read his own notes repeatedly. Had gone back to earlier entries while writing later ones, checking his reasoning, looking for what he had missed. The crease in the binding was at the two-thirds mark, which was where his Zone 12 architectural sketches began.
He had spent a lot of time on those pages.
ITEM ACQUIRED: MARCUS'S DEVELOPMENT JOURNAL. CONTENTS: STRATEGIC ANALYSIS, ZONE MAPS, NPC BEHAVIORAL NOTES, THEORETICAL FRAMEW
