Seris looked at her notebook, at the diagram she'd been building with careful attention to angles and distances, with the methodical precision of someone who understood that accurate information was survival and inaccurate information was death.
She looked at the corridor around them, comparing physical reality to what she'd drawn. She looked at the diagram again, her eyes moving back and forth between paper and stone with increasing unease. "Already wrong," she said quietly."This intersection doesn't match what I drew three minutes ago." The map becomes useless almost as soon as it's made."
"Then we navigate by principle rather than by memory," Tank decided, his voice carrying the flat authority of a man who'd learned long ago that clinging to failed strategies was how soldiers died. "We abandon mapping. We abandon marking. We keep only what the maze cannot take from us.
