Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTX28XP9C3FE4FXH45W5ZY2

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1m 10s
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$0.003599
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OpenAI

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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 chair skidded across the flagstones and Silas steadied the glass with the flat of his hand, as if steadying the room itself. The shelves sighed when the door opened, and Rory stepped into the green glow that breathed from the sign above the entrance. Her shoulder-length black hair caught the light in flat slices, and her bright blue eyes scanned the floor before landing on him. “Si,” she said, a single word that held a storm of years. He stood, a quiet silhouette with the limp in his left leg giving him a subtle tilt as he leaned on the bar. His hair had the same grey-streaked red that time hadn’t quite killed, and the silver signet ring on his right hand flashed as he raised a finger to call a waiter. The Nest exhaled around them—the old maps on the walls, the photographs of a dozen borders stitched into one place, the green halo of neon. Rory nodded to the room as if cataloguing a memory she’d rather not name aloud. The scent of whiskey and old wood wrapped around her like a shawl she once wore to funerals and other delicate times; the air tasted of copper and rain that wasn’t there. She kept her hands still at her sides, fingers lightly brushing the crescent scar on her left wrist, a childhood accident that had never quite stopped itching when memories pressed too close. Silas studied her with that quiet, predatory calm of his. The years hadn’t softened his eyes; they’d learned to look through them. The Nest’s secret room waited behind the bookshelf, a whisper of a door that could slide open in the blink of a candle’s flame. He did not move toward it, not yet. He moved toward her, as if the room between them were the room that mattered most. “You shouldn’t have come back, Rory,” he said, low enough that the words could have lived in the space between two clinks of ice. Rory slid onto a stool, though she hadn’t asked. She let the bar’s weight hold her there as if it were a baronial chair, and she kept her voice even. “And miss the chance to see what the bar’s become without me? Not a chance.” “Time changes a room, never the furniture,” he replied, and a shadow passed over the line of his mouth. The knee gave him a faint shudder; he hid it with a slow breath and steady hands. “What brings you here, not under Eva’s wing or a courier’s robe, but in boots that’ve walked too many miles?” Her lips twitched at a memory she wouldn’t name. “Delivery never stops, Si. It’s all pressure and timing, the way you taught me.” She paused, and the neon’s green flickered across her face, making the scar on her wrist appear brighter, more deliberate. “I’m not here for a lesson.” The room grew smaller around them—the bar stool’s wood, the whisper of a glass being set down, the muffled steps of a waiter who knew enough not to interrupt. Silas’s eyes softened just for a fraction of a second, the way a map reveals a coastline before you chart it. “Rory,” he said again, with a tenderness that could have been pity or plan, or both. “What has time done to you that you’d walk back into this place, knowing what lives here, what doors listen when you speak?” She leaned forward, elbows on the polished surface, a posture that made her seem taller, older. “Time did what time does. It pressed me into a shape I didn’t recognise at first. I learned to move through the press, learned to listen when the air changed.” “You’ve learned to listen well, then,” he replied, not unkindly. “But you forgot to listen to yourself.” A pause settled between them, full of unsaid chapters. The Nest’s back room hummed with a quiet, private electricity—the sort that could pick a lock with the right whisper. Rory’s wrist ached with memory, and she forced her shoulders to loosen. She wasn’t the girl who’d walked away from Cardiff with Eva that night when the city’s pulse felt too loud to bear. She’d grown into something sharper, woken by danger and shaped by decisions she hadn’t promised to make. A window of sound opened up at the far end of the bar—a discreet chime, the soft clack of a bottle returning to a rack, a whisper of a door sliding shut in the secret room. The hidden world was listening even when the rest of the Nest pretended it wasn’t there. “So,” Silas said, his voice even, almost clinical, “you’re here with a package or with a purpose?” Rory’s mouth tightened at the corner. “A message with a price tag.” She pulled a small, weathered envelope from her coat, sliding it across the bar to him with a calculated ease. The envelope bore no seal that a layman would notice, but his eyes—grey-streaked vigilance—read it anyway. It wasn’t stamped with a typical courier’s mark; it carried the mark of someone who knew the rhythm of a city’s underbelly. Silas picked it up with the care of handling a loaded weapon, his right hand steady as a soldier’s when he’d learned to trust nothing but the weight of his own grip. He did not break the seal directly. He studied the wax, studied her hands, studied the way she breathed. “Who’s the sender?” he asked, choosing his words as if they might be used to navigate a minefield. Rory shrugged, a gesture that showed she hadn’t asked for permission to reveal more than she needed to. “Not someone you’d want to piss off. Not someone you’ve ever met, either. Let me put it this way: it’s nothing good, but it’s unavoidable.” Silas’s eyes flicked to the back room, to the door that hadn’t sighed open in years, to the hidden hands that might be listening right now. He knew the Nest’s games as if they were fingerprints on his own skin. He set the envelope down and weighed his next words carefully. “Unavoidable is a curious word,” he said. “In this city, there’s always someone who’ll tell you what is or isn’t unavoidable. Your sender knows what you fear. What is it you fear, Rory?” Her calm cracked for a heartbeat, just long enough for him to see the tremor in her blue eyes. Then she recovered, edge restored. “I fear the quiet that comes after the chase ends,” she said, the words more honest than she intended. “I fear waking up one morning and realising I’ve become something I don’t recognise when I look in the mirror.” Silas regarded her with a studied patience that had kept him alive through countless winters. “And what if the quiet never comes? What if the echo follows you to every bar, every doorway, every face you pretend isn’t familiar?” Rory’s jaw tightened. “I’ve learned how to pretend less. It’s a skill, Si. It keeps you in the game longer.” She glanced at the green neon, a small, defiant smile touching her lips. “Besides, the city changes faster than people do. It’s not me who changed—everything else did.” He gave a half-nod, as if conceding a point while still choosing his own path. “Cardiff was the city that bred you into a different person. London sharpened you. And somewhere in the middle of those two, you learned to hide the parts you’d once shown so freely.” Rory’s eyes darkened at that word, “hide.” She didn’t deny it outright. Instead she pressed the envelope back toward him with a tilt of her hand. “You still have that shelf-tested patience, Si. You still know how to listen to the room when it’s listening back.” The quiet hum of the Nest swelled around them again, as if the bar itself leaned closer to hear the exchange. Silas’s gaze dropped to the silver signet on his finger, then rose again to study the map pinned behind the bar—a map with ink-smeared routes and names that meant little to most patrons but everything to him. “Tell me what you want from me,” he said at last, sounding almost weary. Rory leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial casualness. “Protection isn’t what I want. Information is. And I need a place where I can think without someone listening through the vents.” She paused, watching his reaction. “You offer a room for that, or do you offer a warning?” Silas put the envelope down and threaded his fingers together, the silver ring catching the light. The air between them tightened, a wire drawn taut. He did not answer with words for a long breath, and when he did, the answer came with careful restraint. “Both. The Nest offers a room, and a warning worth listening to. If you’re back inside the doors, you owe the city nothing but your truth.” He paused, the weight in his voice deliberate. “And your truth is not something you can leave at the door.” A murmur of laughter rose from somewhere in the room, a practical, weary sound, like patrons who’d heard the same argument before and had learned to endure it. The neon sign flickered, a stubborn green eye watching their exchange. Rory’s lips curved in something almost like a riposte, but she held it back, letting the moment breathe and settle. “Fine,” she said. “I’ll take the room. But not for conversation. For a plan.” Silas inclined his head once, almost in a bow. “For a plan, the back room is always ready. If you’re ready to trust what you’re not sure you should trust, we’ll talk with the door closed and the walls listening.” She watched him, studying the weathered lines around his eyes that time hadn’t erased so much as mellowed. He had learned to read people with a surgeon’s precision, to weigh every word as if it might tilt the entire room on its axis. He was a mapmaker of danger, and she, for all her light-footed caution, had learned to walk the edges of those maps without slipping. The door to the back room sighed again as if remembering itself, and a shallow breath of draft threaded between the shelves. It wasn’t for them to do the waiting; it was for the room to decide when the moment had come to bend. Then the bell over the door tinkled, jangling a note that wasn’t a greeting, more like a dare. Rory and Silas both looked toward the source of the sound, where two men in nondescript coats stood in the doorway, eyes narrowing as they scanned the crowd before their gaze landed on Rory. The first man stepped forward with the quiet menace of someone who believed himself invisible. The second flanked him, the weight of a decision pressing on his jaw. They paused, calculating the risk of approaching a legend and a woman who could hold a room with a single glance. Rory’s fingers found the edge of the bar, the sense of the smooth wood a small anchors in the storm. Silas turned his body ever so slightly, allowing the corner of the shelf behind him to catch the edge of his hand, ready to spring into a defensive position if it became necessary. The room’s ordinary murmur slowed, then paused, then leaned closer, listening for which sound would break the delicate balance. “What do you want?” Rory asked, not loud, but with a steel in her tone that made the two new arrivals pause. The first man’s eyes flicked to her scar, then away, like someone who understood the significance of a mark but preferred not to dwell on it. “You’ve got something that belongs to us,” the first man said, his voice low and tight, as if he’d learned to suppress volume to make others think he wasn’t afraid. “You’ve got something that was never yours to keep.” Rory’s gaze didn’t waver. “I don’t know what you mean.” The second man smiled, a slow, practiced thing that never reached his eyes. “We’ll find out soon enough. And you’ll hand it back, piece by piece, or you’ll disappear into the math of this city and be counted among the lost.” Silas stepped forward, the motion smooth and controlled, the limp barely noticeable to the untrained eye. His voice was even, almost kindly, but carried the gravity of a man who had faced worse storms than a couple of hoodlums with a silly plan. “If you’re here for trouble, you’ve found a home. But you’ve mistaken the man who runs this place for someone afraid of a gun or a fist.” The two strangers exchanged a look, a poker-face conversation that spoke more about fear than bravery. Then they took a step back, as if deciding to wait for a more convenient moment to strike. Their retreat might have been a small mercy in any other room, but in a bar that could fold itself shut around danger, it felt like a false mercy. Rory watched them retreat, the familiar edges of a long chase sharpening at the corners of her vision. The weight of the past pressed into the back of her neck, the truth of what had happened years ago couched in a silence she could feel in her bones. She did not breathe easy. She did not exhale. She listened. Silas returned to his lean, his fingers tapping the edge of the bar in a rhythm that might have been a code. He spoke softly, almost as if any louder would invite more trouble than they already faced. “This is not a random night,” he said. “This is a page turning. You came back with something that needs to be said aloud, not to me, but to the room that knows how to listen and not forget.” Rory’s mouth thinned as she turned her head toward him, the blue of her eyes hardening into a colder, more deliberate light. “Then say it,” she challenged, and it wasn’t a challenge to him alone. It was a dare to the city, to the years, to whatever had bent them into figures they hadn’t chosen. The back room’s door whispered again, a signal that the books in that room—figurative and literal—began to murmur with reminders. And with that careful murmur, the two old friends found themselves standing not just across a counter from each other but at the edge of a precipice where time’s weight hung in the air, unspoken, as heavy as the scent of smoke and hard liquor. The clock on the wall ticked in a rhythm that sounded far louder than it should, a reminder that seconds could become decisions in a city that never forgave its regrets. Rory looked at Silas, really looked, and for a moment the old closeness—a closeness that had once felt like a shield against a cruel world—bloomed in spite of the years and the miles. “Tell me you didn’t forget Cardiff,” she said, a breath of accusation, not a plea. “Cardiff,” Silas replied, better at keeping secrets than answering questions, “is where a lot of people learned what they could live with. It’s where I learned to hide certain truths under the right shade of light.” She half-smiled, a brittle thing that did not reach her eyes. “Then maybe that’s where we should start again—under a lamp that doesn’t pretend to be friendly.” He considered her, his gaze weighing the certainty in her voice against the uncertainty in his own steady hands. Then he nodded once, almost imperceptibly. “Under the room’s light, then. We speak softly, but we speak true.” A new figure appeared in the doorway, a silhouette with a gaze that missed nothing. It wasn’t the two strangers who’d intruded minutes before; it was someone who carried a different kind of shadow, someone who could tilt the balance with a single word. The patrons shifted, the whispering rose and fell, the weight of eyes returned to their proper place. Rory leaned closer, her voice a tight thread between them. “We have a past that won’t stay asleep. What’s the next step, Silas?” He regarded her with the calm of a man who had watched many doors close and a few open again on purpose. “The next step is the one you’re most afraid to take, the one that keeps you alive and makes you real again. You want to disappear into something—into work, into danger, into a future you can control. Or you want to be someone who can sleep without dreaming every night.” She drew a breath that felt almost like a vow. “I want both,” she said, though she knew the answer wasn’t so simple. The door to the back room whispered again, and this time the whisper became a breath on the other side—the breath of someone who had waited years to see one of them again, someone who recognised both as the keepers of secrets. The two strangers faltered, and in that hesitation, the moment stretched, taut as a drawn bow. Then the shadow behind the door moved, not with a rush but with the methodical certainty of someone who knew exactly where to go and what to take. The room seemed to tilt toward them, the neon sign’s green glare turning almost devout. Rory and Silas rose in unison, not with a cry but with a plan forming in the spaces between their words. The noise of the Nest thickened into a chorus of possibilities, and the night grew heavier with the promise that the next word would decide what came after. The chapter did not end with a confession or a question answered, but with the air tightening, with the sense that the city itself held its breath to see which of them would step forward first and which would be dragged toward a door that could not stay closed. The wall of the back room behind them visibly shifted, and the shadow behind it—whatever and whoever it was—began to emerge into the candlelit space, and the room’s quiet electricity spiked into something sharp and dangerous. Rory’s fingers found the crescent scar on her wrist, reminding her of childhood, of a time when decisions had felt smaller, and fear could be buried in chalk and dust. Silas’s hand tightened on the bar, his body ready to move, a map etched into the stiffness of his spine, the line of his mouth not quite a smile and not quite a warning. The two of them stood, not exactly facing each other, but standing in the same doorway between history and whatever lay beyond a door that could slide open with a whisper. And as the shadow moved forward, as the room’s heartbeat quickened, the moment collapsed into action—an opening, a decision, a chance to seize or lose what time had already stolen. The Nest held its breath, and the city, as if listening from a hundred other rooms, waited.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags24
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"he said again [again]"
dialogueSentences50
tagDensity0.48
leniency0.96
rawRatio0.042
effectiveRatio0.04
90.60% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount3190
totalAiIsmAdverbs6
found
0
adverb"lightly"
count1
1
adverb"carefully"
count1
2
adverb"ever so slightly"
count1
3
adverb"softly"
count2
4
adverb"really"
count1
highlights
0"lightly"
1"carefully"
2"ever so slightly"
3"softly"
4"really"
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)
45.14% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount3190
totalAiIsms35
found
0
word"scanned"
count2
1
word"whisper"
count6
2
word"weight"
count7
3
word"flickered"
count2
4
word"tenderness"
count1
5
word"pulse"
count1
6
word"calculated"
count1
7
word"navigate"
count1
8
word"flicked"
count2
9
word"echo"
count1
10
word"familiar"
count2
11
word"calculating"
count1
12
word"sense of"
count1
13
word"silence"
count1
14
word"could feel"
count1
15
word"unspoken"
count1
16
word"reminder"
count1
17
word"methodical"
count1
18
word"etched"
count1
19
word"quickened"
count1
highlights
0"scanned"
1"whisper"
2"weight"
3"flickered"
4"tenderness"
5"pulse"
6"calculated"
7"navigate"
8"flicked"
9"echo"
10"familiar"
11"calculating"
12"sense of"
13"silence"
14"could feel"
15"unspoken"
16"reminder"
17"methodical"
18"etched"
19"quickened"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"hung in the air"
count1
highlights
0"hung in the air"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences134
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount3
narrationSentences134
filterMatches
0"think"
hedgeMatches
0"began to"
1"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences160
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen51
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords3163
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions30
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions49
wordCount2442
uniqueNames5
maxNameDensity0.86
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Silas18
Rory21
Nest8
Cardiff1
Eva1
persons
0"Silas"
1"Rory"
2"Nest"
3"Eva"
places
0"Cardiff"
globalScore1
windowScore1
0.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences123
glossingSentenceCount11
matches
0"as if steadying the room itself"
1"quite killed, and the silver signet ring on his right hand flashed as he raised a finger to call a waiter"
2"as if cataloguing a memory she’d rather not name aloud"
3"as if conceding a point while still choosing his own path"
4"as if remembering itself, and a shallow breath of draft threaded between the shelves"
5"as if deciding to wait for a more convenient moment to strike"
6"felt like a false mercy"
7"felt like a shield against a cruel worl"
8"om behind them visibly shifted, and the sh"
9"not quite a smile and not quite a warning"
10"not quite a warning"
11"as if listening from a hundred other rooms, waited"
0.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches7
per1kWords2.213
wordCount3163
matches
0"not under Eva’s wing or a courier’s robe, but in boots"
1"not loud, but with a steel in her tone"
2"not to me, but to the room"
3"not just across a counter from each other but at the edge of a precipice"
4"not with a rush but with the methodical certainty of someone who knew exactly"
5"not with a cry but with a plan forming in the spaces between their words"
6"not exactly facing each other, but standing in the same doorway between history"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences160
matches(empty)
70.78% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs66
mean47.92
std19.06
cv0.398
sampleLengths
067
112
279
379
470
524
645
756
849
950
1039
1146
1217
1380
1452
1517
1670
1751
1818
1943
2051
2133
2263
2339
2448
2548
2646
2758
2814
2949
3045
3146
3259
3314
3440
3567
3644
3752
3849
3972
4048
4139
4210
4341
4470
4563
4659
4738
4839
4955
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences134
matches
0"was—began"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs392
matches
0"was listening"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount16
semicolonCount6
flaggedSentences17
totalSentences160
ratio0.106
matches
0"The Nest exhaled around them—the old maps on the walls, the photographs of a dozen borders stitched into one place, the green halo of neon."
1"The scent of whiskey and old wood wrapped around her like a shawl she once wore to funerals and other delicate times; the air tasted of copper and rain that wasn’t there."
2"The years hadn’t softened his eyes; they’d learned to look through them."
3"The knee gave him a faint shudder; he hid it with a slow breath and steady hands."
4"The room grew smaller around them—the bar stool’s wood, the whisper of a glass being set down, the muffled steps of a waiter who knew enough not to interrupt."
5"The Nest’s back room hummed with a quiet, private electricity—the sort that could pick a lock with the right whisper."
6"A window of sound opened up at the far end of the bar—a discreet chime, the soft clack of a bottle returning to a rack, a whisper of a door sliding shut in the secret room."
7"The envelope bore no seal that a layman would notice, but his eyes—grey-streaked vigilance—read it anyway."
8"It wasn’t stamped with a typical courier’s mark; it carried the mark of someone who knew the rhythm of a city’s underbelly."
9"Silas’s gaze dropped to the silver signet on his finger, then rose again to study the map pinned behind the bar—a map with ink-smeared routes and names that meant little to most patrons but everything to him."
10"It wasn’t for them to do the waiting; it was for the room to decide when the moment had come to bend."
11"The back room’s door whispered again, a signal that the books in that room—figurative and literal—began to murmur with reminders."
12"Rory looked at Silas, really looked, and for a moment the old closeness—a closeness that had once felt like a shield against a cruel world—bloomed in spite of the years and the miles."
13"It wasn’t the two strangers who’d intruded minutes before; it was someone who carried a different kind of shadow, someone who could tilt the balance with a single word."
14"The door to the back room whispered again, and this time the whisper became a breath on the other side—the breath of someone who had waited years to see one of them again, someone who recognised both as the keepers of secrets."
15"The wall of the back room behind them visibly shifted, and the shadow behind it—whatever and whoever it was—began to emerge into the candlelit space, and the room’s quiet electricity spiked into something sharp and dangerous."
16"And as the shadow moved forward, as the room’s heartbeat quickened, the moment collapsed into action—an opening, a decision, a chance to seize or lose what time had already stolen."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount2465
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount83
adverbRatio0.033671399594320486
lyAdverbCount15
lyAdverbRatio0.006085192697768763
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences160
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences160
mean19.77
std9.41
cv0.476
sampleLengths
023
122
222
312
423
531
625
715
832
932
1010
1112
1224
138
1416
1524
169
1721
1815
1919
2017
2120
229
2334
246
2529
2621
2716
2823
2916
3030
3110
327
339
3420
3512
3622
3717
3836
3916
4017
416
4226
4316
4422
4532
467
4712
4818
4918
40.00% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats16
diversityRatio0.23125
totalSentences160
uniqueOpeners37
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount6
totalSentences130
matches
0"Then she recovered, edge restored."
1"Instead she pressed the envelope"
2"Then the bell over the"
3"Then they took a step"
4"Then he nodded once, almost"
5"Then the shadow behind the"
ratio0.046
63.08% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount51
totalSentences130
matches
0"Her shoulder-length black hair caught"
1"she said, a single word"
2"He stood, a quiet silhouette"
3"His hair had the same"
4"She kept her hands still"
5"He did not move toward"
6"He moved toward her, as"
7"he said, low enough that"
8"She let the bar’s weight"
9"he replied, and a shadow"
10"Her lips twitched at a"
11"She paused, and the neon’s"
12"he said again, with a"
13"She leaned forward, elbows on"
14"he replied, not unkindly"
15"She wasn’t the girl who’d"
16"She’d grown into something sharper,"
17"She pulled a small, weathered"
18"It wasn’t stamped with a"
19"He did not break the"
ratio0.392
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount122
totalSentences130
matches
0"The chair skidded across the"
1"The shelves sighed when the"
2"Her shoulder-length black hair caught"
3"she said, a single word"
4"He stood, a quiet silhouette"
5"His hair had the same"
6"The Nest exhaled around them—the"
7"Rory nodded to the room"
8"The scent of whiskey and"
9"She kept her hands still"
10"Silas studied her with that"
11"The years hadn’t softened his"
12"The Nest’s secret room waited"
13"He did not move toward"
14"He moved toward her, as"
15"he said, low enough that"
16"Rory slid onto a stool,"
17"She let the bar’s weight"
18"he replied, and a shadow"
19"The knee gave him a"
ratio0.938
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences130
matches(empty)
ratio0
7.52% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences95
technicalSentenceCount18
matches
0"The chair skidded across the flagstones and Silas steadied the glass with the flat of his hand, as if steadying the room itself."
1"She kept her hands still at her sides, fingers lightly brushing the crescent scar on her left wrist, a childhood accident that had never quite stopped itching w…"
2"She let the bar’s weight hold her there as if it were a baronial chair, and she kept her voice even."
3"The Nest’s back room hummed with a quiet, private electricity—the sort that could pick a lock with the right whisper."
4"It wasn’t stamped with a typical courier’s mark; it carried the mark of someone who knew the rhythm of a city’s underbelly."
5"He knew the Nest’s games as if they were fingerprints on his own skin."
6"He gave a half-nod, as if conceding a point while still choosing his own path."
7"A murmur of laughter rose from somewhere in the room, a practical, weary sound, like patrons who’d heard the same argument before and had learned to endure it."
8"They paused, calculating the risk of approaching a legend and a woman who could hold a room with a single glance."
9"The first man’s eyes flicked to her scar, then away, like someone who understood the significance of a mark but preferred not to dwell on it."
10"The two strangers exchanged a look, a poker-face conversation that spoke more about fear than bravery."
11"Rory looked at Silas, really looked, and for a moment the old closeness—a closeness that had once felt like a shield against a cruel world—bloomed in spite of t…"
12"She half-smiled, a brittle thing that did not reach her eyes."
13"It wasn’t the two strangers who’d intruded minutes before; it was someone who carried a different kind of shadow, someone who could tilt the balance with a sing…"
14"The door to the back room whispered again, and this time the whisper became a breath on the other side—the breath of someone who had waited years to see one of …"
15"Then the shadow behind the door moved, not with a rush but with the methodical certainty of someone who knew exactly where to go and what to take."
16"The chapter did not end with a confession or a question answered, but with the air tightening, with the sense that the city itself held its breath to see which …"
17"The two of them stood, not exactly facing each other, but standing in the same doorway between history and whatever lay beyond a door that could slide open with…"
20.83% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags24
uselessAdditionCount5
matches
0"he replied, and a shadow passed over the line of his mouth"
1"She paused, and the neon’s green flickered across her face, making the scar on her wrist appear brighter, more deliberate"
2"he replied, not unkindly"
3"she said, the words more honest than she intended"
4"she said, a breath of accusation, not a plea"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags18
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"she challenged (challenge)"
dialogueSentences50
tagDensity0.36
leniency0.72
rawRatio0.056
effectiveRatio0.04
71.2650%