I have one.

It dropped about an hour into the vault, and I just stood there holding it. I've imagined this exact object since I was a scrawny level five telling myself stories about what lived at eleven.

The real thing is heavier than the idea ever was. It has a finish the etched ones never had. A quietness, like it was made to be kept instead of used.

No merchant will give me a single crystal for it. By every number the city keeps, it's worthless.

It's the rarest thing I own.

Three of them, by the time I stopped to count. I'm going back for more.