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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Mystery genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4416" name="Detective Harlow Quinn" aliases="Quinn, Detective Quinn, Harlow" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist"> <eyeColor>brown</eyeColor> <hair>closely cropped salt-and-pepper</hair> <height>5'9"</height> <age>41</age> <jawline>sharp jaw</jawline> <watch>worn leather watch on her left wrist</watch> <bearing>military precision</bearing> <description>A Metropolitan Police detective with 18 years of decorated service who suspects the clique is involved in criminal activity.</description> <backstory>She lost her partner, DS Morris, during a case three years ago under unexplained circumstances that had supernatural origins she doesn't yet understand.</backstory> </character> <character id="4414" name="Eva Kowalski" aliases="Eva, Evie" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Best Friend"> <eyeColor>green</eyeColor> <hair>curly red</hair> <height>5'4"</height> <age>26</age> <glasses>round glasses</glasses> <satchel>worn leather satchel full of books</satchel> <freckles>freckled complexion</freckles> <nervousHabit>tucking hair behind her left ear</nervousHabit> <description>Aurora's childhood friend and an occult researcher.</description> <backstory>Moved to London two years before Aurora and works as a research assistant at the British Museum's restricted archives. She holds a master's degree in Ancient History from Oxford.</backstory> </character> <location id="856" name="The Veil Market" aliases="Veil Market, the Market, underground market" realm="Earth"> <currentLocation>abandoned Tube station beneath Camden</currentLocation> <entryRequirement>bone token</entryRequirement> <schedule>moves locations every full moon</schedule> <description>A hidden supernatural black market that sells enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and information.</description> </location> <item id="2004" name="Veil Compass" aliases="the Compass, shadow compass" type="Tool" origin="The Veil Market"> <casingMaterial>small brass compass</casingMaterial> <faceMarkings>face etched with protective sigils</faceMarkings> <needle>points toward the nearest supernatural rift or portal</needle> <patina>casing has a patina of verdigris</patina> <creator>crafted by a Shade artisan</creator> <description>A compass attuned to supernatural energy.</description> </item> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the mystery genre. A detective arrives at a crime scene in an unusual location. Something is wrong — the evidence doesn't add up. A colleague is present, offering a different interpretation. Through careful observation and deduction, the detective begins to see what others have missed. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The conductor's log should have stayed in the office. That was Harlow Quinn’s first thought as she stepped from the biting Camden night into the static-laced silence of an abandoned Tube station. The Met had cordoned the entrance two blocks back; the usual flashing blues and hi-vis barriers gave way to industrial tape and a single uniform who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. The cold here was different. It didn't bite through your coat so much as settle into the marrow, a damp, earthy chill that smelled of iron and stale electricity. Her left wrist itched. She didn't look at the worn leather watch. "Quinn." DS Powell appeared from behind a pillar that had lost its tile facing. His torch beam cut a chequered path across the dirty platform edge. "Scenes of Crime are still up top." He ran a hand over his bald head. "You, uh, want the quick walk-through?" "I want what's not in the photographs." "Yeah," Powell said, and there was something in the syllable. Pity, maybe. Or caution. He led her past the defaced London Underground roundel, its blue chipped away to reveal rust beneath. The station was supposed to be sealed. Had been, officially, since the Nineties. Yet the air currents shifted dust patterns at her ankles, a faint but constant circulation that suggested other openings. The body lay midway along what had been the eastbound platform, sprawled across the tracks where the live rail would have been. A man, late twenties. Well-dressed in a dark wool coat that was too clean for this place. One polished Oxford shoe had come off. It sat upright nearby, a small, pathetic monument. "Initial assessment puts time of death between twenty-two hundred and midnight," Powell recited. He didn't consult his notes. "No obvious signs of struggle. No defensive wounds. Wallet's untouched—credit cards, sixty quid cash, ID. Name's Theo Finch. Works in private equity." Powell paused. "CCTV at the nearest manned station shows him entering alone at twenty-one forty-seven. No one else on the platform feeds." Quinn didn't kneel. She stood a metre back, letting her torchlight paint the scene in slow, deliberate strokes. The posture was wrong. The man lay on his back, arms at his sides, not flung out as one might fall. His head was turned slightly to the left, eyes open and fixed on the tunnel mouth where darkness swallowed the beam. "Positioning?" she asked, voice flat. "He was found like that." "He didn't fall." She pointed with her chin. "Look at the scuff pattern on the sole of his remaining shoe. Abrasions are uniform, lateral. He was dragged." Powell’s torch beam dipped to the shoe, then traced an invisible line back toward the platform edge. The dust told a story. A long, smooth drag mark through the grime, punctuated by two deeper gouges where heels had dug in briefly. It ended at the body. "But why drag him?" Powell muttered. "And from where? There's no blood trail, no signs of a fight up top." "That's the first thing that doesn't add up." Quinn moved then, circling the body at a radius, her boots avoiding the Scenes of Crime markers. "Second is his coat." "The coat?" "It's pristine. Not a speck of dust on the shoulders or back. This place hasn't seen a train in thirty years. Everything has a layer of fine black silt. He lies down here, he gets dirty." She shone her light directly on the dark wool. "He's clean. Means he was placed here after death. Or the coat was." Powell frowned. "Who steals a coat just to put it back on a dead man?" "No one." Quinn’s gaze lifted from the body to scan the platform's shadowy recesses. "Your colleagues check the old service rooms? Kiosk?" "Locked solid. Seals intact." Her wrist itched again. She ignored it, moving toward the tunnel mouth. The air grew colder, carrying a new scent beneath the damp and metal. Something organic, cloying. Like old honey and wet earth. She knew that smell. She'd encountered it exactly once before, three years ago, in a warehouse by the docks where nothing had made sense and DS Morris had stopped answering his radio. "What's down there?" she asked. "Nothing. Just tunnel. It dead-ends about fifty metres in where they bricked it up during the extension works." Powell didn't follow her. "SOCO are scheduled to do a sweep once we get the proper lighting rigged. It's not safe." Quinn took three more steps. Her torch beam hit the brick wall, just as Powell said. But the light also caught something else—a glint on the tracks, halfway between the body and the dead end. She walked toward it, the crunch of her footsteps absurdly loud in the hollow space. It was a small brass compass. She didn't touch it. The casing had a patina of verdigris, the face etched with intricate, unfamiliar symbols. The needle didn't point north. It quivered, spinning lazily, pointing directly at the bricked-up tunnel wall. "You see something?" Powell called. "Debris." Quinn straightened. She took a mental photograph: the compass, its position relative to the body, the direction of the needle. Then she turned and walked back to the platform. "You said Finch's wallet was on him." "Yeah. In his inside coat pocket." "Show me." Powell led her to a forensic table set up under a portable work light. The evidence bags were laid out with clinical neatness. Wallet. Phone. Keys. A creased receipt for a coffee shop. The wallet was high-quality leather. Quinn gestured for Powell to open the bag. Using a pen, she nudged the wallet open. Credit cards in one slot. A gym membership. A photograph of a woman with a dog. No cash. "You said sixty quid." "He did." Powell leaned in. "It's not here." "The notes were in the photograph your people took. I saw them." She'd studied the file in the car. Five twenty-pound notes, folded once, in the main compartment. They were gone. "Who had access after the photograph?" "Just the evidence bagging. Chain of custody's tight, Quinn. I was here." "Then the cash was removed before the photo. Or the photo was staged." She looked back toward the body. The clean coat. The oddly placed compass. The missing money that was supposedly there. "Two different stories are being told here, Powell. One for the file. One for anyone who knows how to look." "Or," a new voice cut in from the platform entrance, "you're constructing narratives to fit old ghosts." Detective Inspector Montague stood silhouetted against the distant streetlight glow filtering down the entrance stairs. He wore a heavy overcoat, unbuttoned, and carried no torch. He descended with the deliberate pace of a man who owns every room he enters. "Powell. A word?" Powell shot Quinn an apologetic glance and moved to intercept his boss. Their muttered conversation was a low rumble against the station's silence. Quinn didn't try to listen. She watched Montague's face. He didn't look at the body. His eyes scanned the platform ceiling, the pillars, the dark arch of the tunnel, as if taking inventory. Powell returned, looking uncomfortable. "The DI wants the scene wrapped. Fast-track forensics, initial report by end of tomorrow. Likely verdict: misadventure. Intoxicated individual, unauthorized entry, fatal fall." "Intoxication report?" "Not back yet." "And the drag marks? The clean coat? The missing cash?" "Drag marks could be from... vermin. Rats dislodging the body. Coat might have been brushed off when he fell. The cash..." Powell spread his hands. "Maybe he spent it before he came down here. The report will note the wallet was empty." Quinn stared at him. Powell was a good detective. Thorough. By-the-book. He saw the inconsistencies; she could tell by the tension around his eyes. But he also saw Montague's epaulettes. "You know that's not what happened." "What I know," Powell said quietly, "is that some doors are better left closed. For everyone's sake." Montague approached them, his polished shoes silent on the dusty tiles. "Detective Quinn. Conscientious as ever. But this isn't one of your... special cases." He said the last two words like they tasted sour. "A City boy goes slumming, gets more than he bargained for. Tragic, but simple. I've already spoken with the family. They want closure, not a circus." "Closure based on fiction isn't closure, sir." "It's based on evidence." Montague's smile was thin. "Evidence that will be collected, documented, and filed appropriately. Your concern is noted." He turned to Powell. "Wrap it up. I want this station resealed by dawn." "Yes, sir." Montague gave Quinn one last, assessing look, then turned and walked back toward the stairs, his figure swallowed by the gloom. Powell exhaled slowly. "You heard him." "I heard." "You should go. I'll make sure the scene is processed... thoroughly." Quinn nodded. She walked back toward the entrance, her mind replaying the details. The compass needle pointing at a brick wall. The smell of honey and earth from the tunnel. The missing cash. It was a message. Not for the police. Not for the file. But for someone who knew what to look for. At the foot of the stairs, she paused and looked back. Powell was already calling orders to the Scenes of Crime officers descending with their kits. Quinn's gaze drifted past them, past the body, to the tunnel mouth. The compass had been placed. Deliberately. The clean coat was a costume. The staged wallet photo was a prop. Someone wanted this death to look like a simple accident to the official record. But they also wanted to leave a breadcrumb for anyone tracking the unnatural. Her wrist burned where the leather strap met her skin. She didn’t need to look at her watch to know its hands weren't telling civil time. DS Morris’s last words crackled through her memory, three years cold. *"It's a market, Quinn. Not a place. It moves. You need a token to see it."* A token like a bone, perhaps. Or a compass that didn't point north. The uniform at the cordon lifted the tape for her. Night air hit her face, sharp and cleansing after the station's tomb-breath. She looked up at the sky, the haze of London light bleaching the stars. Below her feet, in the city's forgotten arteries, something else was moving. Something that left clean coats and spinning compasses in its wake. She had a name now. Theo Finch. A man from the world of credit cards and private equity who had, for some reason, gone slumming in a place that traded in different currencies altogether. And Detective Inspector Montague wanted it sealed by dawn. Quinn pulled out her phone. She had a research assistant at the British Museum to call. Eva Kowalski knew about things that didn't make it into evidence bags. About rifts, and portals, and markets that moved with the moon. The call connected after three rings. A sleepy, wary "Hello?" "Eva. It's Quinn." A pause. Then, clearer, "Do you know what time it is?" "I need a consult. On procurement methods for... rare antiquities. Specifically, navigational items." Eva’s sigh was audible even through the poor connection. "You found another one, didn't you?" "Maybe. The question is what found him first." Another pause, longer. Quinn heard the rustle of sheets, the click of a lamp. "Where?" "Camden. An old Tube station." "Full moon was two nights ago," Eva said quietly. "If it's what I think, you're already too late. The market moves." "Then I'll need a map." "I'll text you an address. It's a café. Opens at six." The line went dead. Quinn pocketed her phone. Behind her, the station entrance yawned—a square of deeper black against the night. They would seal it. They would file their report. Theo Finch would become another statistic, another cautionary tale about the dangers of urban exploration. But the compass remained. And the needle, she knew, wasn't spinning aimlessly. It was pointing at a door. One that wasn't on any map of the London Underground. A door someone had tried very hard to make look like a wall.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags24
adverbTagCount3
adverbTags
0"Quinn moved then [then]"
1"Powell said quietly [quietly]"
2"Eva said quietly [quietly]"
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tagDensity0.333
leniency0.667
rawRatio0.125
effectiveRatio0.083
87.69% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2031
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"lazily"
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adverb"slowly"
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adverb"deliberately"
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adverb"very"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"lazily"
2"slowly"
3"deliberately"
4"very"
100.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
65.53% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2031
totalAiIsms14
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word"silence"
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1
word"chill"
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2
word"traced"
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word"pristine"
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word"glint"
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word"footsteps"
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word"etched"
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word"intricate"
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word"quivered"
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word"scanned"
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word"tension"
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word"gloom"
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word"processed"
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100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
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maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences164
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount3
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences164
filterMatches
0"watch"
1"look"
hedgeMatches
0"try to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences207
gibberishSentences1
adjustedGibberishSentences1
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount1
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen45
ratio0.005
matches
0"\"No obvious signs of struggle. No defensive wounds. Wallet's untouched—credit cards, sixty quid cash, ID. Name's Theo Finch. Works in private equity.\" Powell paused."
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans1
markdownWords16
totalWords2013
ratio0.008
matches
0"\"It's a market, Quinn. Not a place. It moves. You need a token to see it.\""
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions16
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
50.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions75
wordCount1381
uniqueNames23
maxNameDensity1.52
worstName"Powell"
maxWindowNameDensity3.5
worstWindowName"Powell"
discoveredNames
Harlow1
Quinn16
Camden1
Tube1
Met1
Powell21
Pity1
London3
Underground2
Nineties1
Oxford1
Scenes2
Crime2
Morris2
Five1
Detective2
Inspector2
Montague7
Finch2
British1
Museum1
Kowalski1
Eva3
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Quinn"
2"Met"
3"Powell"
4"Morris"
5"Montague"
6"Finch"
7"Kowalski"
8"Eva"
places
0"London"
1"Oxford"
2"Scenes"
3"British"
globalScore0.74
windowScore0.5
97.37% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences95
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"looked like he'd rather be anywhere else"
1"as if taking inventory"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2013
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences207
matches
0"knew that smell"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs72
mean27.96
std21.79
cv0.779
sampleLengths
09
185
212
347
47
563
654
762
860
95
105
1127
1266
1329
142
1558
1615
1722
184
1966
205
2139
2250
2340
245
2537
266
272
2870
292
304
318
3237
3312
3453
3517
3643
3756
3827
392
403
4110
4242
4336
4417
4560
4642
472
4821
4919
94.57% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount5
totalSentences164
matches
0"was supposed"
1"was turned"
2"were laid"
3"were gone"
4"been placed"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs222
matches
0"wasn't spinning"
1"was pointing"
87.65% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount2
semicolonCount2
flaggedSentences4
totalSentences207
ratio0.019
matches
0"The Met had cordoned the entrance two blocks back; the usual flashing blues and hi-vis barriers gave way to industrial tape and a single uniform who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else."
1"But the light also caught something else—a glint on the tracks, halfway between the body and the dead end."
2"He saw the inconsistencies; she could tell by the tension around his eyes."
3"Behind her, the station entrance yawned—a square of deeper black against the night."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1392
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount42
adverbRatio0.03017241379310345
lyAdverbCount15
lyAdverbRatio0.010775862068965518
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences207
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences207
mean9.72
std6.93
cv0.713
sampleLengths
09
123
233
35
424
54
68
714
812
915
106
117
1210
132
142
1517
167
176
1819
1922
204
2113
227
238
2413
255
2624
2720
283
2915
304
3117
3221
335
345
358
3619
3717
385
3919
405
416
4214
4325
444
452
4645
4713
482
4913
53.95% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats15
diversityRatio0.3671497584541063
totalSentences207
uniqueOpeners76
23.15% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences144
matches
0"Then she turned and walked"
ratio0.007
92.22% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount46
totalSentences144
matches
0"It didn't bite through your"
1"Her left wrist itched."
2"She didn't look at the"
3"His torch beam cut a"
4"He ran a hand over"
5"He led her past the"
6"It sat upright nearby, a"
7"He didn't consult his notes."
8"She stood a metre back,"
9"His head was turned slightly"
10"she asked, voice flat"
11"She pointed with her chin"
12"It ended at the body."
13"She shone her light directly"
14"Her wrist itched again."
15"She ignored it, moving toward"
16"She knew that smell."
17"She'd encountered it exactly once"
18"Her torch beam hit the"
19"She walked toward it, the"
ratio0.319
39.86% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount121
totalSentences144
matches
0"The conductor's log should have"
1"That was Harlow Quinn’s first"
2"The Met had cordoned the"
3"The cold here was different."
4"It didn't bite through your"
5"Her left wrist itched."
6"She didn't look at the"
7"DS Powell appeared from behind"
8"His torch beam cut a"
9"He ran a hand over"
10"Powell said, and there was"
11"He led her past the"
12"The station was supposed to"
13"The body lay midway along"
14"A man, late twenties."
15"It sat upright nearby, a"
16"He didn't consult his notes."
17"Quinn didn't kneel."
18"She stood a metre back,"
19"The posture was wrong."
ratio0.84
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences144
matches(empty)
ratio0
64.94% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences55
technicalSentenceCount6
matches
0"The Met had cordoned the entrance two blocks back; the usual flashing blues and hi-vis barriers gave way to industrial tape and a single uniform who looked like…"
1"It didn't bite through your coat so much as settle into the marrow, a damp, earthy chill that smelled of iron and stale electricity."
2"Well-dressed in a dark wool coat that was too clean for this place."
3"His eyes scanned the platform ceiling, the pillars, the dark arch of the tunnel, as if taking inventory."
4"A man from the world of credit cards and private equity who had, for some reason, gone slumming in a place that traded in different currencies altogether."
5"Eva Kowalski knew about things that didn't make it into evidence bags."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags24
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"she asked, voice flat"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags8
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"Powell muttered (mutter)"
dialogueSentences72
tagDensity0.111
leniency0.222
rawRatio0.125
effectiveRatio0.028
85.2306%