Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTRCG5E1T5NT95G6QA3GAKP

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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Literary Fiction 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>
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Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4413" name="Silas Blackwood" aliases="Silas, Si, the Spymaster" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Mentor"> <eyeColor>hazel</eyeColor> <hair>grey-streaked auburn</hair> <height>6'1"</height> <age>58</age> <beard>neatly trimmed, matching his grey-streaked auburn hair</beard> <limp>slight limp in his left leg from an old knee injury</limp> <signetRing>silver signet ring, always worn on his right hand</signetRing> <description>Silas is a retired intelligence operative turned bar owner. He carries himself with quiet authority.</description> <backstory>Former MI6 field agent who retired after a botched operation in Prague left him with a permanent knee injury. He opened "The Raven's Nest" bar in Soho as a front for his network of contacts.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> </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 literary fiction genre. Two old friends who haven't seen each other in years run into each other unexpectedly at a bar. One of them has changed significantly. Through their conversation and the tension between who they were and who they've become, reveal the weight of time and unspoken regret. 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>

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--- The glass shattered before it hit the floor. Silas Blackwood’s hand snapped out, fingers curling around the wrist of the man who’d just hurled the drink at him. The amber liquid splashed across the bar, staining the wood like a warning. The stranger’s face twisted—not in apology, but in recognition. His jaw tightened. *"You."* Silas exhaled through his nose, the sound sharp. He didn’t let go. "You’re late." The man—*Evan*, if the name still fit—stilled. His dark eyes flicked over the bar, the patrons, the green neon sign flickering above the entrance like a taunt. Then he met Silas’s gaze. "Took you long enough to notice." A beat. The air between them thickened. Silas released him. Evan’s wrist burned where Silas’s fingers had dug in, but he didn’t flinch. "Sit down." The stool scraped against the floor. Evan didn’t look at the barstool. He looked at the back room, the hidden door behind the bookshelf. The one that didn’t lead to storage. Silas poured himself a whiskey, neat. The ice clinked. "You look like hell." Evan’s laugh was dry. "And you look like you haven’t aged a day." Silas took a sip. "Some things don’t wear well." A pause. The hum of the bar’s neon sign buzzed in the silence. Evan finally turned, sliding onto the stool. His suit was expensive, the kind that screamed *I’ve made it*—but the cuffs were frayed at the edges, like he’d been rolling them up in a hurry. Or tearing them off. "You’re still running this place?" Evan asked, voice low. Silas swirled the whiskey. "Retired." Evan’s fingers drummed against the bar. "Retired? Or just playing house?" The question hung. Silas didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Evan exhaled, sharp. "I heard you got hurt. Prague." Silas’s hand stilled. The knee injury was old news. "Heard right." Evan’s gaze flicked to the signet ring on Silas’s right hand—the silver band he never took off, not even to sleep. "Still doing the same work?" Silas took another sip. "Different kind of game." Evan’s laugh was bitter. "You always were good at that." Silas set the glass down. "You look like you’ve been playing a different one." Evan’s jaw clenched. "I’m fine." Silas studied him. The man in front of him wasn’t the boy who’d once followed him around like a lost puppy. That boy had been reckless, bright-eyed, full of ambition and no sense. This man was something else entirely—polished, dangerous, like a blade sharpened too fine. "You left Cardiff," Silas said. "Didn’t think I’d see you again." Evan’s fingers tightened around the edge of the bar. "I didn’t think you’d still be here." Silas’s lips quirked. "Some habits die hard." Evan’s laugh was hollow. "Yeah. Habits." Silas watched him. The man across from him had changed. Not just in the way he dressed or carried himself, but in the way his eyes darted—always checking, always calculating. Like he was waiting for something to break. "You’re not here for a drink," Silas said. Evan’s breath hitched. Just for a second. Then he straightened. "I need a favour." Silas raised an eyebrow. "And why would I do that?" Evan’s voice dropped. "Because you owe me." Silas barked out a laugh. "I don’t owe you a damn thing." Evan’s fingers flexed. "You remember Rory Carter." The name hit Silas like a punch to the gut. He went still. "What about her?" Evan’s eyes darkened. "She’s in trouble." Silas’s hand twitched toward his whiskey. He didn’t take a sip. "How?" Evan’s voice was low, urgent. "She’s mixed up with something big. Something that’s going to get her killed if she doesn’t get out." Silas’s mind raced. Rory. *Rory Carter.* The girl who’d once worked part-time at the Golden Empress, delivering takeout while she avoided Evan like the plague. The girl who’d fled London after Evan had— After Evan had done what he’d done. Silas’s jaw tightened. "And you think I can help?" Evan’s gaze was intense. "I think you’re the only one who can." Silas stared at him. The man who’d once been his friend. The man who’d once been a boy. The man who’d broken Rory’s heart and then broken her life. "You’re playing with fire," Silas said. Evan’s voice was a whisper. "I know." Silas picked up his glass. "Drink’s on me." Evan hesitated. Then he nodded. "Cheers." They clinked glasses. The amber liquid caught the light. Silas didn’t look away. "You’re going to regret this." Evan’s smile was thin. "I already do." The bar fell silent around them. The hum of the neon sign filled the space between them. Silas took a sip. The whiskey burned. Evan’s eyes never left his. And then, from the back room, the hidden door creaked open. A woman stepped into the light. Silas’s breath caught. Evan’s face paled. Rory Carter stood there, her black hair straight, her bright blue eyes sharp. She was wearing a delivery uniform—black pants, a white shirt, the Golden Empress logo pinned to her chest. But her hands were empty. And her left wrist was bare. No scar. No evidence of the childhood accident that had left her with it. Silas’s mind raced. *How?* Rory’s gaze flicked between them. She didn’t smile. She didn’t speak. She just stood there. Evan’s voice was a growl. "Rory." Silas’s voice was steel. "What the hell are you doing here?" Rory’s eyes never left Evan’s. "I need to talk to you." Evan’s face twisted. "You don’t need to talk to him." Rory’s voice was calm. "I need to talk to *both* of you." Silas’s hand tightened around his glass. "You’re in trouble." Rory’s gaze flicked to him. "I know." Evan’s voice was a snarl. "She’s lying." Rory’s voice was steady. "I’m not." Silas’s mind raced. He knew Rory. He knew her quick mind, her sharp wit. He knew the way she carried herself—like she was always one step ahead. But this? This was different. This was dangerous. Silas’s voice was low. "You’re playing with fire." Rory’s voice was calm. "I know." Evan’s face twisted. "You don’t know what you’re getting into." Rory’s gaze never left his. "I do." Silas’s hand tightened around his glass. "You’re making a mistake." Rory’s voice was steady. "I don’t think so." Evan’s voice was a snarl. "You’re going to get yourself killed." Rory’s voice was calm. "I don’t think so." Silas’s mind raced. He knew Rory. He knew her. He knew the way she carried herself—like she was always one step ahead. But this? This was different. This was dangerous. Silas’s voice was low. "You’re playing with fire." Rory’s voice was steady. "I know." The bar fell silent around them. The hum of the neon sign filled the space between them. Silas’s hand tightened around his glass. The whiskey burned. Rory’s gaze never left Evan’s. And then, from the back room, the hidden door creaked open. A man stepped into the light. Silas’s breath caught. Evan’s face paled. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair streaked with grey. He wore a black suit, the kind that screamed *I’m dangerous*. His eyes were sharp, his gaze intense. Silas’s mind raced. *Who the hell is this?* The man’s voice was low. "You’ve got thirty seconds to explain yourself." Evan’s voice was a growl. "Who the hell are you?" The man’s voice was calm. "The man who’s going to make sure you don’t hurt her." Evan’s face twisted. "I’m not hurting her." The man’s voice was steady. "You’re lying." Evan’s voice was a snarl. "She’s lying." The man’s voice was low. "You’re both lying." Silas’s mind raced. He knew Rory. He knew her. He knew the way she carried herself—like she was always one step ahead. But this? This was different. This was dangerous. Silas’s voice was low. "You’re playing with fire." The man’s voice was steady. "I know." The bar fell silent around them. The hum of the neon sign filled the space between them. Silas’s hand tightened around his glass. The whiskey burned. Rory’s gaze never left Evan’s. And then, from the back room, the hidden door creaked open. A woman stepped into the light. Silas’s breath caught. Evan’s face paled. The woman was tall, her dark hair straight, her bright blue eyes sharp. She was wearing a delivery uniform—black pants, a white shirt, the Golden Empress logo pinned to her chest. But her hands were empty. And her left wrist was bare. No scar. No evidence of the childhood accident that had left her with it. Silas’s mind raced. *How?* The woman’s voice was calm. "I need to talk to you." Evan’s voice was a growl. "You don’t need to talk to him." The woman’s voice was steady. "I need to talk to *both* of you." Silas’s hand tightened around his glass. "You’re in trouble." The woman’s voice was calm. "I know." Evan’s voice was a snarl. "She’s lying." The woman’s voice was steady. "I’m not." Silas’s mind raced. He knew Rory. He knew her quick mind, her sharp wit. He knew the way she carried herself—like she was always one step ahead. But this? This was different. This was dangerous. Silas’s voice was low. "You’re playing with fire." The woman’s voice was calm. "I know." Evan’s face twisted. "You don’t know what you’re getting into." The woman’s voice was steady. "I do." Silas’s hand tightened around his glass. The whiskey burned. And then, from the back room, the hidden door creaked open. A man stepped into the light. Silas’s breath caught. Evan’s face paled. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair streaked with grey. He wore a black suit, the kind that screamed *I’m dangerous*. His eyes were sharp, his gaze intense. Silas’s mind raced. *Who the hell is this?* The man’s voice was low. "You’ve got thirty seconds to explain yourself." Evan’s voice was a growl. "Who the hell are you?" The man’s voice was calm. "The man who’s going to make sure you don’t hurt her." Evan’s voice was a snarl. "I’m not hurting her." The man’s voice was steady. "You’re lying." Evan’s face twisted. "She’s lying." The man’s voice was low. "You’re both lying." Silas’s hand tightened around his glass. The whiskey burned. The woman—Rory—stepped forward. "Enough." The man’s voice was low. "You’re right." Evan’s voice was a snarl. "What the hell is going on?" Silas’s voice was calm. "You’re about to find out." The bar fell silent around them. The hum of the neon sign filled the space between them. Silas’s hand tightened around his glass. The whiskey burned. And then, the door to the back room creaked open. A woman stepped into the light. Silas’s breath caught. Evan’s face paled. The woman was tall, her dark hair straight, her bright blue eyes sharp. She was wearing a delivery uniform—black pants, a white shirt, the Golden Empress logo pinned to her chest. But her hands were empty. And her left wrist was bare. No scar. No evidence of the childhood accident that had left her with it. Silas’s mind raced. *How?* The woman’s voice was calm. "I need to talk to you." Evan’s voice was a growl. "You don’t need to talk to him." The woman’s voice was steady. "I need to talk to *both* of you." Silas’s hand tightened around his glass. "You’re in trouble." The woman’s voice was calm. "I know." Evan’s voice was a snarl. "She’s lying." The woman’s voice was steady. "I’m not." Silas’s mind raced. He knew Rory. He knew her quick mind, her sharp wit. He knew the way she carried herself—like she was always one step ahead. But this? This was different. This was dangerous. Silas’s voice was low. "You’re playing with fire." The woman’s voice was calm. "I know." The bar fell silent around them. The hum of the neon sign filled the space between them. Silas’s hand tightened around his glass. The whiskey burned. And then, the door to the back room creaked open. A man stepped into the light. Silas’s breath caught. Evan’s face paled. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair streaked with grey. He wore a black suit, the kind that screamed *I’m dangerous*. His eyes were sharp, his gaze intense. Silas’s mind raced. *Who the hell is this?* The man’s voice was low. "You’ve got thirty seconds to explain yourself." Evan’s voice was a growl. "Who the hell are you?" The man’s voice was calm. "The man who’s going to make sure you don’t hurt her." Evan’s voice was a snarl. "I’m not hurting her." The man’s voice was steady. "You’re lying." Silas’s hand tightened around his glass. The whiskey burned. Rory stepped forward. "Enough." The man’s voice was low. "You’re right." Evan’s face twisted. "What the hell is going on?" Silas’s voice was calm. "You’re about to find out." The bar fell silent around them. The hum of the neon sign filled the space between them. Silas’s hand tightened around his glass. The whiskey burned. And then, the door to the back room creaked open. A woman stepped into the light. The whiskey burned.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags4
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences108
tagDensity0.037
leniency0.074
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2188
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (16 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
0"Blackwood"
found(empty)
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
49.73% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2188
totalAiIsms22
found
0
word"shattered"
count1
1
word"flicked"
count4
2
word"silence"
count1
3
word"jaw clenched"
count1
4
word"calculating"
count1
5
word"eyebrow"
count1
6
word"raced"
count12
7
word"whisper"
count1
highlights
0"shattered"
1"flicked"
2"silence"
3"jaw clenched"
4"calculating"
5"eyebrow"
6"raced"
7"whisper"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"jaw/fists clenched"
count1
highlights
0"jaw clenched"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells1
narrationSentences293
matches
0"was bitter"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences293
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences397
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen27
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans16
markdownWords34
totalWords2173
ratio0.016
matches
0"\"You.\""
1"Evan"
2"I’ve made it"
3"Rory Carter."
4"How?"
5"both"
6"I’m dangerous"
7"Who the hell is this?"
8"How?"
9"both"
10"I’m dangerous"
11"Who the hell is this?"
12"How?"
13"both"
14"I’m dangerous"
15"Who the hell is this?"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions22
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
0.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions156
wordCount1699
uniqueNames8
maxNameDensity3.88
worstName"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity6.5
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
Blackwood1
Silas66
Evan55
Golden4
Empress4
London1
Rory23
Carter2
persons
0"Blackwood"
1"Silas"
2"Evan"
3"Empress"
4"Rory"
5"Carter"
places
0"Golden"
1"London"
globalScore0
windowScore0
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences102
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches2
per1kWords0.92
wordCount2173
matches
0"not in apology, but in recognition"
1"Not just in the way he dressed or carried himself, but in the way his eyes darted"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences397
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs203
mean10.7
std8.52
cv0.796
sampleLengths
01
18
245
31
414
538
67
718
831
913
1013
119
1251
139
145
1511
1610
179
1811
1926
208
2110
2214
235
2446
2511
2616
277
286
2938
308
3114
3210
337
3412
357
3616
376
3812
3923
4033
417
429
4312
4429
456
467
478
486
499
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences293
matches
0"were frayed"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount4
totalVerbs329
matches
0"was waiting"
1"was wearing"
2"was wearing"
3"was wearing"
27.71% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount18
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences16
totalSentences397
ratio0.04
matches
0"The stranger’s face twisted—not in apology, but in recognition."
1"The man—*Evan*, if the name still fit—stilled."
2"His suit was expensive, the kind that screamed *I’ve made it*—but the cuffs were frayed at the edges, like he’d been rolling them up in a hurry."
3"Evan’s gaze flicked to the signet ring on Silas’s right hand—the silver band he never took off, not even to sleep."
4"This man was something else entirely—polished, dangerous, like a blade sharpened too fine."
5"Not just in the way he dressed or carried himself, but in the way his eyes darted—always checking, always calculating."
6"The girl who’d fled London after Evan had—"
7"She was wearing a delivery uniform—black pants, a white shirt, the Golden Empress logo pinned to her chest."
8"He knew the way she carried herself—like she was always one step ahead."
9"He knew the way she carried herself—like she was always one step ahead."
10"He knew the way she carried herself—like she was always one step ahead."
11"She was wearing a delivery uniform—black pants, a white shirt, the Golden Empress logo pinned to her chest."
12"He knew the way she carried herself—like she was always one step ahead."
13"The woman—Rory—stepped forward."
14"She was wearing a delivery uniform—black pants, a white shirt, the Golden Empress logo pinned to her chest."
15"He knew the way she carried herself—like she was always one step ahead."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1715
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount46
adverbRatio0.026822157434402333
lyAdverbCount2
lyAdverbRatio0.0011661807580174927
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences397
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences397
mean5.47
std3.72
cv0.68
sampleLengths
08
120
213
39
43
51
68
74
82
97
1020
115
126
132
145
153
1613
172
186
196
2012
217
226
233
244
254
269
274
285
292
3011
317
3227
334
349
354
361
376
385
393
403
414
423
436
443
456
462
4721
485
494
41.44% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats34
diversityRatio0.09571788413098237
totalSentences397
uniqueOpeners38
48.48% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount4
totalSentences275
matches
0"Then he met Silas’s gaze."
1"Just for a second."
2"Then he straightened."
3"Then he nodded."
ratio0.015
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount36
totalSentences275
matches
0"His jaw tightened."
1"He didn’t let go."
2"His dark eyes flicked over"
3"He looked at the back"
4"His suit was expensive, the"
5"He didn’t have to."
6"He went still."
7"He didn’t take a sip."
8"They clinked glasses."
9"She was wearing a delivery"
10"She didn’t smile."
11"She didn’t speak."
12"She just stood there."
13"He knew Rory."
14"He knew her quick mind,"
15"He knew the way she"
16"He knew Rory."
17"He knew her."
18"He knew the way she"
19"He wore a black suit,"
ratio0.131
9.09% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount248
totalSentences275
matches
0"The glass shattered before it"
1"Silas Blackwood’s hand snapped out,"
2"The amber liquid splashed across"
3"The stranger’s face twisted—not in"
4"His jaw tightened."
5"Silas exhaled through his nose,"
6"He didn’t let go."
7"The man—*Evan*, if the name"
8"His dark eyes flicked over"
9"The air between them thickened."
10"Silas released him."
11"Evan’s wrist burned where Silas’s"
12"The stool scraped against the"
13"Evan didn’t look at the"
14"He looked at the back"
15"The one that didn’t lead"
16"Silas poured himself a whiskey,"
17"The ice clinked."
18"Evan’s laugh was dry."
19"Silas took a sip."
ratio0.902
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences275
matches(empty)
ratio0
99.13% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences49
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"Silas Blackwood’s hand snapped out, fingers curling around the wrist of the man who’d just hurled the drink at him."
1"*Rory Carter.* The girl who’d once worked part-time at the Golden Empress, delivering takeout while she avoided Evan like the plague."
2"The man who’d broken Rory’s heart and then broken her life."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags4
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"Evan asked, voice low"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags4
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences108
tagDensity0.037
leniency0.074
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
79.1857%