I sent them a Nightcrawler archive number I had chased for months. They would not promise a find. What I received was a rarity class, two holder names they already write to, and a viewing in Bangkok that actually happened. The binding scuff they flagged in the note was real; I still bought it.
Pimchanok arrived with a printout of archive number 167 and a photograph of a scuffed spine from a holder in another city. Arun’s midpoint note had already said the rarity class was honest and the scuff was on the binding, not the plate. At the Bangkok table, Kit set the copy under a lamp and turned the gutter so the mark could be read without a fingernail. Pimchanok still paused on the scuff for a full minute. She bought it. The close-out letter recorded the scuff in the same sentence as the class, so the file would not pretend the copy was clean.
That file is the kind of evidence we prefer: a named mutant, a number, a defect, and a decision. We do not keep a public scoreboard of “editions placed.”