Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTX514YPD8BV4KD501X00Y9

Run Details

Duration:
9.5s
Cost:
$0.000000
Provider:
Stealth

Model input

System
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
"Stop!"—The shout cut through the stale air of the abandoned platform as Harlow Quinn lunged toward the overturned crate. Her leather watch clicked against her wrist, the worn band creaking with the sudden sprint. The crate splintered, spilling a heap of brass gears, cracked glass, and a tarnished small old brass compass whose needle spun like a frantic hummingbird. The market’s dim lanterns flickered, casting long shadows over the graffiti‑scarred walls. A crowd of cloaked figures huddled behind stalls of powdered herbs and iron‑bound books, their eyes flicking between the detective and the corpse sprawled on the concrete. The dead man wore a tattered coat with a blood‑stained pocket, his hand clutching a bone token that glimmered faintly under the weak light. Eva Kowalski slipped through the throng, her round glasses sliding down her nose as she tucked a stray curl behind her left ear. She clutched a leather satchel heavy with tomes, the strap digging into her shoulder. Her green eyes flicked to the compass, then to the token, as if measuring a hidden equation. The market’s usual hum of whispered bargains fell silent. A vendor whispered, “The Veil Market moves every full moon. Tonight it’s here, but the rift… it’s wrong.” Harlow crouched beside the body, her sharp jaw set, her breath steady. She lifted the compass, feeling the cool brass against her palm. The needle steadied, pointing toward a dark doorway behind a stall of cursed amulets. She turned the device over, noting the etched protective sigils that glimmered with a faint verdigris patina. The dead man’s coat bore a single embroidered crest—an intricate silver fox curled around a violet rose. Harlow traced the embroidery with her thumb, feeling the raised thread like a pulse. “Eva,” she said, voice low, “this isn’t a regular smuggler’s kill. The sigil on the compass matches the fox crest. Someone’s framing a guild.” Eva’s satchel thumped as she set it down, her fingers trembling. “The British Museum archives note that fox crest belongs to the Order of the Veiled Scribes. They collected occult texts, not contraband. Their records… they vanished three years ago, the same night DS Morris disappeared.” Harlow’s eyes narrowed. She lifted the bone token, feeling its smooth surface. “Token’s a entry scrap for entry, but it’s been etched with a rune I’ve never seen. It’s not from the market. It’s from the old alchemical circles—used to seal rifts.” She tapped the token against the compass case. “If the needle points to a rift, then whatever opened it is still here.” A figure emerged from behind the stall, a lanky man in a trench coat, his coat collar turned up against the cold. He held a battered notebook, pages fluttering. “Detective Quinn,” he said, his tone smooth, “the market’s owner claims the corpse is a merchant who sold a cursed compass. No rift, no magic—just a botched deal.” Harlow turned her gaze to the notebook, scanning the hurried script. The scribbles mentioned “Veil Compass, attuned to supernatural energy” and “Shade artisan, creator unknown.” She flipped a page, revealing a sketch of the compass surrounded by a circle of runes. “Your interpretation misses the needle’s direction. It points to a sealed portal, not a merchant’s stall.” The trench‑coated man’s eyes flicked to the compass, then to Eva’s satchel. “You think the portal is open? You think the market is a front for a cult?” He laughed, a short bark that echoed off the tiled walls. Eva tightened her grip on a leather bound journal from her satchel, flipping to a page marked with a green bookmark. “The archives describe a ritual called ‘The Veil‑Shift.’ It requires a bone token, a compass, and a blood sacrifice. The ritual opens a gateway for entities to cross. The dead man’s blood is fresh—he was sacrificed.” Harlow stood, the compass now humming softly in her hand. She glanced at the doorway the needle pointed to; darkness seeped from the cracks like smoke. “If the rift is open, the market’s patrons may be feeding on it. The cursed compass is a lure—draw victims in, then seal the portal with their blood.” The trench‑coated man stepped back, his notebook clutched to his chest. “You’re chasing ghosts, Detective. The market moves, but the evidence is mundane. You’re seeing patterns where none exist.” A sudden crash echoed as a stall collapsed, scattering shards of glass across the floor. From the debris rose a shadowy figure, its outline flickering like a candle in wind. The figure reached for the compass, its fingers elongating, nails black as soot. Harlow lunged, grabbing the compass tighter. The needle flared, pointing directly at the figure’s heart. “You’re not a patron. You’re the rift itself.” Her voice cut through the chaos, the leather watch ticking against her wrist. Eva, eyes wide, whispered, “The rune on the token—if we reverse it, we can close the rift.” She pulled a small silver dagger from her satchel, the blade glinting with a faint blue hue. The dagger’s hilt bore a tiny engraved fox, matching the dead man’s crest. The shadowy figure recoiled, its form rippling. “You think a dagger can bind a portal?” it hissed, voice echoing from a void. Harlow thrust the compass into the ground beside the figure. The brass case cracked, and a thin line of light shot upward, forming a vortex of swirling mist. The needle spun wildly, then settled, pointing straight at the rift’s centre. Eva stepped forward, holding the dagger al the fox crest catching the dim light. She pressed the blade against the rune on the token, the metal sparking as if igniting a hidden fire. The rune glowed, then faded, the token turning from bone to ash. The shadowy figure screamed, a sound that rattled the metal pipes overhead. The vortex shrank, the darkness retracting like a tide. The market’s patrons scattered, their cloaks fluttering as they fled the collapsing portal. A sudden snap echoed as the market’s makeshift ceiling collapsed, sending a cascade of dust and debris onto the floor. Harlow ducked, feeling the impact of a steel pipe against her shoulder. The compass lay cracked, its needle now still, pointing nowhere. The trench‑coated man, now revealed as a lanky scholar named Dr. Alden, scrambled to his feet, clutching his notebook. “You’ve ruined the market,” he muttered, his voice edged with panic. “The Veil Market moves for a reason. You’ve broken the balance.” Harlow rose, the leather watch flashing against her wrist. She brushed dust from her coat, her gaze locked on Dr. Alden’s notebook. The pages fluttered, revealing a map of the city with a red circle drawn around an old church in Whitechapel. “Your map shows the next rift,” Harlow said, voice steady. “You think you can hide it?” Dr. Alden stared at the map, his eyes darting. “You don’t understand. The Veil Market is a conduit. The rift is a gateway for… for things beyond our world. The compass was meant to guide them.” Eva’s hand tightened around her satchel, the weight of her books a silent promise. “The Order of the Veiled Scribes built a seal in that church. If the seal is broken, the city will drown in the veil.” Harlow turned to the broken compass, feeling the faint hum of residual energy. She slipped the cracked case into her pocket, the brass still warm. “We’ll need a new compass,” she said, eyes glinting. “One that points to the seal, not the rift.” The market’s lights flickered, then died, plunging the platform into darkness. A low chant rose from the shadows, growing louder, a chorus of unseen voices. The ground trembled, and a fissure cracked open in the centre of the platform, a thin line of black light seeping out. A sudden scream—human, raw, desperate—cut through the chant. Harlow’s head snapped toward the fissure. A figure emerged, half‑glim, half‑shadow, clutching a small leather bag. Its eyes locked on Harlow, a silent plea reflected in the darkness. Harlow lunged, the broken compass clutched in her fist. The figure stumbled, dropping the bag. Inside lay a single, polished bone token, its surface etched with the same fox crest. The figure’s hand reached out, trembling, as if to grab it again. Eva stepped forward, her satchel slamming against the ground, books spilling open, pages fluttering like startled birds. She caught the token mid‑air, the fox crest shimmering in the dim glow. "Stop!" Harlow shouted, the word carrying over the growing chant. She grabbed the figure’s arm, pulling it back from the fissure. The darkness recoiled, as if repelled by the touch of the token. The figure’s lips moved, a whisper lost in the chaos. Harlow pressed the token to the broken compass, feeling a surge of power. The needle spun once, then steadied, pointing toward the ruined church on the map. A sudden crash echoed as the fissure collapsed, the black light sucking itself back. The chant faded, replaced by a hollow silence. The market’s cloaked patrons fled, disappearing into the tunnels. Dr. Alden stared at the scene, his notebook now blank, the ink smeared. “You can’t close it,” he muttered, his voice trembling. Harlow stepped back, the broken compass still warm in her hand. She looked at Eva, the satchel now open, the fox‑etched token glinting. “We have a lead,” Harlow said, voice low, “the church. The Veil Market will move again, but we’ll be ready.” Eva nodded, her freckles catching the stray light. “The archives hold the seal’s rite. We’ll need to act before the next full moon.” Harlow turned toward the exit, the leather watch ticking against her wrist. She slipped the broken compass into her coat pocket, feeling its weight as a promise. The tunnel’s air grew colder, the shadows lengthening. A distant clang sounded—metal on metal—echoing through the underground. Harlow’s hand tightened on the compass, the needle glinting faintly. She glanced back once, catching the silhouette of a figure slipping into the darkness, a glint of something metallic in its palm. The tunnel’s end loomed, a rusted door marked with a simple brass sign: “Veil Market – Exit”. Harlow pushed it open, the door creaking, revealing the night‑lit streets of Camden. The city’s hum rose, a distant siren wailing. She stepped onto the pavement, the compass humming softly, the needle pointing north toward the church. Eva followed, her satchel thudding against her side, the fox token tucked safely in her pocket. A sudden gust of wind rattled the streetlamp, scattering a cascade of newspaper clippings across the cobblestones. One headline caught Harlow’s eye: “Mysterious Death at Abandoned Tube; No Leads”. She lifted the clipping, the paper trembling in her grip. The ink smeared, but the name “DS Morris” stared back at her, the same name that haunted her nights. The night air smelled of damp stone and distant incense. Harlow inhaled, the scent of copper and old iron filling her lungs. She felt the pulse of the city, the hidden veins of magic beneath its streets. A distant bell rang, the echo of a church bell tolling in the distance. The compass needle quivered, aligning with the sound. She glanced at Eva, who nodded, eyes flashing with determination. Together they moved, footsteps echoing on the cobblestones, the broken compass clutched like a secret beacon. A shadow moved behind a lamppost, a figure watching, unseen. The figure’s hand slipped into a pocket, pulling out a small brass key, its teeth gleaming. The key turned in the lock of an unseen door, the click resonating like a promise. The night deepened, the city’s pulse quickening. Harlow felt the weight of the past, the loss of DS Morris, the whisper of the veil. She tightened her grip on the compass, the needle pointing ever forward. A sudden scream—another voice from the market—cut through the night, distant yet unmistakable. Harlow’s eyes narrowed, the hunger for truth burning brighter than ever. She turned a corner, the street narrowing, the fog thickening. The compass needle spun faster, the metallic hum growing louder. A door loomed ahead, its wood old, the hinges rusted. The brass key hovered in the air, as if awaiting its turn. Harlow stepped forward, the leather watch ticking, the compass humming, the night alive with unseen eyes. The door creaked open, the darkness beyond swallowing the streetlight. A cold wind blew, carrying with it the scent of ancient incense and iron. The darkness inside seemed to breathe, waiting. Harlow felt the pull of the veil, the promise of answers, the danger of a world unseen. She pressed her hand to the door, the compass needle pointing unmistakably toward the blackness. The night held its breath. The market’s secrets whispered from the shadows, and the veil thinned. Harlow Quinn stepped through, the broken compass clutched like a talisman, the city’s fate hanging on a whisper.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags18
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences31
tagDensity0.581
leniency1
rawRatio0
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95.33% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
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totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"softly"
count2
highlights
0"softly"
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)
1.91% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
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word"flicked"
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2
word"etched"
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word"intricate"
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word"traced"
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word"pulse"
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6
word"scanning"
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word"echoed"
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8
word"glinting"
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9
word"echoing"
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10
word"fluttered"
count1
11
word"weight"
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12
word"trembled"
count1
13
word"whisper"
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word"glint"
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word"loomed"
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word"echo"
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word"quivered"
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word"gleaming"
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highlights
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3"intricate"
4"traced"
5"pulse"
6"scanning"
7"echoed"
8"glinting"
9"echoing"
10"fluttered"
11"weight"
12"trembled"
13"whisper"
14"silence"
15"glint"
16"loomed"
17"echo"
18"quivered"
19"footsteps"
20"beacon"
21"gleaming"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count2
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells2
narrationSentences140
matches
0"d with panic"
1"g with determination"
81.63% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount5
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences140
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences153
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen39
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2130
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions17
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
66.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions53
wordCount1680
uniqueNames9
maxNameDensity1.67
worstName"Harlow"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Harlow"
discoveredNames
Kowalski1
Harlow28
Eva12
Dr4
Whitechapel1
Camden1
Morris1
Quinn1
Alden4
persons
0"Kowalski"
1"Harlow"
2"Eva"
3"Dr"
4"Morris"
5"Quinn"
6"Alden"
places
0"Whitechapel"
globalScore0.667
windowScore0.667
90.94% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences127
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"as if measuring a hidden equation"
1"as if igniting a hidden fire"
2"as if awaiting its turn"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2130
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences153
matches(empty)
45.69% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs56
mean38.04
std11.79
cv0.31
sampleLengths
059
163
254
327
454
555
646
764
857
957
1039
1157
1254
1329
1443
1536
1647
1722
1840
1945
2034
2142
2241
2342
2416
2536
2638
2743
2847
2936
3042
3130
3233
3337
3431
3522
3643
3723
3835
3941
4038
4132
4229
4329
4437
4522
4626
4742
4836
4924
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences140
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs311
matches(empty)
30.81% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount7
semicolonCount2
flaggedSentences6
totalSentences153
ratio0.039
matches
0"The dead man’s coat bore a single embroidered crest—an intricate silver fox curled around a violet rose."
1"She glanced at the doorway the needle pointed to; darkness seeped from the cracks like smoke."
2"A sudden scream—human, raw, desperate—cut through the chant."
3"A distant clang sounded—metal on metal—echoing through the underground."
4"One headline caught Harlow’s eye: “Mysterious Death at Abandoned Tube; No Leads”."
5"A sudden scream—another voice from the market—cut through the night, distant yet unmistakable."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1451
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount35
adverbRatio0.024121295658166782
lyAdverbCount7
lyAdverbRatio0.004824259131633356
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences153
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences153
mean13.92
std6.45
cv0.463
sampleLengths
019
115
225
312
427
524
623
714
817
99
1018
1112
1211
1314
1417
1517
1614
1724
1811
1935
203
219
2238
2314
2422
257
2628
2711
2830
2916
3012
3127
3221
3336
3410
3516
3628
3711
3818
3915
4015
4113
426
439
4421
4534
4613
477
4815
4910
40.85% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats14
diversityRatio0.13725490196078433
totalSentences153
uniqueOpeners21
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences137
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount33
totalSentences137
matches
0"Her leather watch clicked against"
1"She clutched a leather satchel"
2"Her green eyes flicked to"
3"She lifted the compass, feeling"
4"She turned the device over,"
5"she said, voice low"
6"She lifted the bone token,"
7"She tapped the token against"
8"He held a battered notebook,"
9"he said, his tone smooth"
10"He laughed, a short bark"
11"She glanced at the doorway"
12"Her voice cut through the"
13"it hissed, voice echoing from"
14"She pressed the blade against"
15"he muttered, his voice edged"
16"She brushed dust from her"
17"She slipped the cracked case"
18"she said, eyes glinting"
19"Its eyes locked on Harlow,"
ratio0.241
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount133
totalSentences137
matches
0"Her leather watch clicked against"
1"The crate splintered, spilling a"
2"The market’s dim lanterns flickered,"
3"A crowd of cloaked figures"
4"The dead man wore a"
5"Eva Kowalski slipped through the"
6"She clutched a leather satchel"
7"Her green eyes flicked to"
8"The market’s usual hum of"
9"A vendor whispered,"
10"Harlow crouched beside the body,"
11"She lifted the compass, feeling"
12"The needle steadied, pointing toward"
13"She turned the device over,"
14"The dead man’s coat bore"
15"Harlow traced the embroidery with"
16"she said, voice low"
17"Eva’s satchel thumped as she"
18"Harlow’s eyes narrowed."
19"She lifted the bone token,"
ratio0.971
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences137
matches(empty)
ratio0
98.21% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences96
technicalSentenceCount6
matches
0"The dead man wore a tattered coat with a blood‑stained pocket, his hand clutching a bone token that glimmered faintly under the weak light."
1"Her green eyes flicked to the compass, then to the token, as if measuring a hidden equation."
2"She turned the device over, noting the etched protective sigils that glimmered with a faint verdigris patina."
3"She pressed the blade against the rune on the token, the metal sparking as if igniting a hidden fire."
4"Eva stepped forward, her satchel slamming against the ground, books spilling open, pages fluttering like startled birds."
5"The figure’s hand slipped into a pocket, pulling out a small brass key, its teeth gleaming."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags18
uselessAdditionCount8
matches
0"she said, voice low,"
1"he said, his tone smooth,"
2"it hissed, voice echoing from a void"
3"Harlow said, voice steady"
4"she said, eyes glinting"
5"Harlow shouted, the word carrying over the growing chant"
6"he muttered, his voice trembling"
7"Harlow said, voice low,"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags12
fancyCount7
fancyTags
0"A vendor whispered (whisper)"
1"The scribbles mentioned (mention)"
2"He laughed (laugh)"
3"it hissed (hiss)"
4"he muttered (mutter)"
5"Harlow shouted (shout)"
6"he muttered (mutter)"
dialogueSentences31
tagDensity0.387
leniency0.774
rawRatio0.583
effectiveRatio0.452
71.7353%