Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTXWGNQP1VPS97KE2H5BFJ3

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Model:
GPT-5
Duration:
2m 28s
Cost:
$0.064286
Provider:
OpenAI

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System
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>
User/Human
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>

Model response

AI
The tray lurched and a lime wedge skittered to the floor when the voice cut through the din. "Laila?" Rory did not turn at once. Her wrist remembered a different hand on it, a different bar, a different night. She steadied the tray on the ridge of her hip, stacked the fallen shot glass with two fingers, then faced the voice. Eva stood three paces off, framed by the bottles behind the counter as if she had been poured there. Hair once a wild brown curtain now a precise bob, sharp as a page cut. No glittered bangles, no festival wristbands. A thin gold chain at her throat, a watch with a leather strap. Her face had refined, the childish cheeks carved back to bone, and in the set of her mouth Rory read the two things people brought to London and left with always, whether they wanted them or not. Money and hunger. "You lost," Rory said, her lips a dry line. "Only people from home call me that." Eva’s gaze ran over her, catalogue-quick, catching on the shoulder-length black hair, the plain black shirt, the apron string, the small crescent scar on the left wrist that the tray could not hide. Her own mouth softened. It made her look like the old girl for half a breath. "Rory, then," she said. "Christ." Rory slid the tray on to the rubber mat and let the noise of The Raven's Nest wash round them. The place wore its darkness like a suit. It hummed with low talk, the clink of glass, a piano track from the cheap speaker in the corner that pretended it was vinyl. Old maps and black-and-white photographs watched from the walls, an empire of frayed edges. The green neon sign outside threw its dye through the doorway and painted the edges of faces. If a bar could keep secrets, this one would charge for the service. "Order?" Rory said. Eva gave a small laugh, short and wrong. "You plan to serve me?" "It's what it says on the tin. Golden Empress by day, this by night." Silas moved down the bar towards them with the grace that disguised hurt. The slight hitch in the left leg never went away, yet he made it part of his rhythm. Grey-streaked auburn hair combed back, neat beard, silver signet ring flashed once as he polished a glass that did not need polish. His hazel eyes took in Eva and filed her, the way a librarian shelves a book with a familiar spine and a torn dust jacket. "Stranger in from the cold?" he said, and it sounded polite, and it sounded not. "Eva Morgan," she said. "I used to nick crisps from your counter when I was sixteen." Silas nodded once. "Teenagers have been my primary source of insolvency since Prague. What can I get you?" "Whisky. Cheap, but honest." "Honest we can do." He poured two without asking who else was drinking, set one in front of Rory with the same calm fatalism with which he set night after night. "On the house," he said to Eva. "If you needed to be found, this was a clever place to look." "I did not come to be found," Eva said. Rory lifted her glass, let the smoke sit on her tongue. "Then why here?" Eva leaned on the bar in a way that said she had not leaned on much in years, then seemed to think better of it and straightened. Her hands were bare. No varnish. The knuckles bled white where she held the counter and released it. "Because you live upstairs," she said. "And because if I wrote you a message, I thought you might set it on fire." Rory smiled without mirth. "We were very good at fires." "Those poor bins behind St David's," Eva said, automatic, and then she saw the ghost of the two of them in school coats zig-zagging through wet alleys with smoke staining their hair and she clamped it down so fast Rory saw the jaw muscle jump. "We were idiots." "Speak for yourself." Rory flicked a look past Eva, to the door, to the room, to the bookcase that was not a bookcase. Her fingers made a small drum on the bar top. Quick. Out-of-the-box thinking is worthless without boxes to glance at. "You coming to tell me Evan's joined a monastery?" The name made the air shift. Somewhere a glass struck the taps too hard. Eva did not flinch, which was how Rory knew she flinched often in rooms where no one could see. "Parole," Eva said. "Of course," Rory said. "He always did charm authority." "He is not the point." "He was always the point and never the point." Silas placed a small bowl of stale peanuts between them as cover for what people in bars do not say. He rubbed his ring with his thumb. "Back room," he said in a tone that dressed itself as suggestion. "Less public heat." "Are you asking or telling?" Rory said. "I'm recommending," he said. "Only fools discuss old fires near open curtains." Eva looked at Rory with a question that had nothing to do with rooms. Rory took her drink, nodded. "Fine. But I am not shifting crates for you later to pay for it," she said to Silas. "I like to watch you pretend I make you," he said. They slipped behind the bar past the stacks of glass and a clipboard that had numbers in Silas’ dry hand. The bookshelf at the back wore travelogues and spy novels, a guide to Welsh castles with a split spine. Silas pressed a volume with a finger and the shelf complained and rolled. The smell in the hidden room said old wood and paper and the sweet, sour ghosts of many hours where plans took shape and fell apart. Inside, a small table, two chairs, a lamp with a beige shade that flattered no one. Rory set her glass down and did not pick it up again. "Why now?" she said as Eva came in and the shelf closed behind them with a sound like a book slammed at the end of a bad chapter. Eva did not sit. She moved to the table, moved back, then perched with a practised care that said trousers that had cost more than the room had ever seen. "I took a job," she said. "Took, or it took you?" Eva allowed the ghost of a grin. It was not a friendly ghost. "Compliance. Private equity, if you can bear it. Regulatory fairy. Stamping things. Making sure men who think rules are for other people believe they have followed them long enough to stop worrying." "You always liked rules when you got to write them." "Then I woke and found I had become one." Eva slid a folded piece of paper out of her jacket and placed it on the table. She did not open it. "Last month someone ran a check through my department that did not belong. A name. Carter. Aurora. Another, Laila. I stopped it. I could not stop it twice." "You intercepted my name," Rory said, not a question. "Yours appears in places it should not, Rory. Not the law school list, not the tenancy forms your mother filled. Other places. Deliveries. Invoices. Quiet corners I keep my arms wrapped round. You changed your name like a coat. Good work, bad luck. He works with a boy who knows computers." "Works with," Rory said, her voice low. "Nice verb choice." "I do not think he drew a salary." Eva pressed her palms on the tabletop and leaned, as if holding herself down by force. "I am here because I did the brave thing when we were nineteen and told you to run. And I did the less brave thing later and told him a place I thought you were not in because I thought he would break my brother’s nose instead of your wrist. And he still broke your wrist. And I tried to forgive myself on a train to London that smelled like chips and bleach and I failed, every year since. There. That is why." Rory showed no surprise in the face. The body shows it. Her left knee drew in under the chair. Her fingers ghosted the half-moon scar as if it pricked. "You told him where I was." "I told him how to scare me away from you. I believed I had made a deal with a petty god, and I believed he would keep it because petty gods love rules. I was wrong. He did both." "Any other terms you thought you struck that ended with me on the floor?" Eva swallowed. "No." Silas had not come in. He would not without invitation. He would stand outside and measure the scrape of his ring against the wood for time. Rory took a breath and let it out soft. "I am not impressed with your compliance record." "I am aware." "You want forgiveness." "No," Eva said at once. "I want to pay a debt. Forgiveness is for you to keep or throw at me when you run out of clean plates. He is looking. He knows London. He thinks you are still the girl I pulled to an afters in Cathays with a fake ID and a vodka Sprite. I know you are not. You split routes. You vanish. You get out of locked cars through windows so tight I do not know how shoulders like yours fit. But he is very good at standing near things you love until they bruise. I thought, if you knew, you could not be surprised. You never liked surprises, even at thirteen." "That was Christmas dinner and my mother put raisins in the stuffing," Rory said and the line was old and gentle and dried up as it left her mouth. She picked up the paper Eva had placed on the table and opened it. A name. An address. A tube station circled in ink, the red bleeding into the fibres. There was also a familiar scrawl that did not belong to Eva. It had no vowels, all force. It said, Three, and it could have meant hours, days, tries. "When?" "He came on Tuesday," Eva said. "He did not come again today, which is why I left. Three feels like an Evan word for the space between his temper and his plan." Rory folded the paper neatly and put it back. "You married?" "No." "Thought you wanted a house like your mother’s with a heavy table." "I own a glass one I eat at standing, in a flat with a doorman who says good morning the way priests say blessings. I do not sleep in the bed much, because it feels like a lie." "How is your mother?" "Dead," Eva said without inflection. "Breast cancer two years ago, caught after it had done the done thing. My brother's in Dubai selling people their own money back with different numbers on it. I am a good aunt on FaceTime. You?" "My father teaches a new crop of mini-barristers how to scowl. My mother writes long emails I could frame as essays on reproach. I deliver for Yu-Fei by day and sometimes I outwit men who think they are the only ones in rooms who can count." "I thought you would have been a barrister," Eva said. "I told everyone you would stand in court and slice." "I learned I can cut without wigs," Rory said. "And I did not want to stand in rooms full of men who thought the cut was a favour they had done for me." "We are in different kinds of court and I am still on the wrong side of the table," Eva said. They let that sit. The room breathed. "Silas trusts you," Eva said at last. "He trusts what people do when the door shuts. Not who they are when it opens." "Can he keep you safe?" "Safe is a childish flavour," Rory said. "He can offer me options. I like options." "Good," Eva said. She rubbed her thumb across the pad of her index finger as if the words had stained it. "Because I did not come alone." Rory's head tilted. "Meaning?" "I left men in a car on Brewer Street who think they are my minders and I am their clever little errand. I took a walk. They would not recognise who I am walking to. They think I am here for cocaine." "You do not take it," Rory said. "I take it when a client will not sign without it," Eva said. "But mostly I shake my head and say my dentist would be furious. They like a woman with discipline. It makes them feel like surprises are still theirs to give." "Lovely industry you chose." "It chose me like a wave chooses a rock to break on." Outside, a floorboard made a long complaining note. It could be a patron who had lost the gents. It could be the shelf settling. Silas did not knock, did not speak. "Three," Rory said. "He gave you three." "To deliver you," Eva said. "Or to deliver a message that would have the same effect. He used the old name. When he said it my spine tried to leave my body. I told him names are not maps and he said maps are not maps if you cannot read them." "Poetry," Rory said. "Since when has he read?" "He learned," Eva said, and those two words did more work than anything that had come before. "Nodes. Patterns. The way someone likes a thing they liked before and cannot help reaching for it. The way you stand near exits. The way I left Cardiff and replaced you with a job that spoke louder than my own head. I do not mean to dramatise. He is not a genius. But he is thorough." "You came to give me the number. And this speech." "I came to look at you," Eva said. "Because phones are thin and mine makes everyone beautiful. And I wanted to see if you were as hard a person as I made you in my head to survive the story where I was a coward." Rory sat back. She let her head tip to one side. "What do you see?" "A woman who knows the weight of her own jaw. A woman who can carry a tray through a pack of strangers and not spill. A woman who cut her hair herself because she got fed up with it in her mouth on a bike. A woman who can still set a fire, if asked. And a woman who will not let me carry any of this for her. Which is a shame because my hands have been empty a long time." Rory rolled the whisky over her tongue and swallowed. The burn was honest, Silas had promised that, and it delivered. "Fine," Rory said. "You have paid a down payment. You want to pay more, you do something smaller and harder. You leave before he can follow your spine to my door. You go to a cheap hotel in Hounslow and sleep on a towel and do not tell anyone where you are until I send you a taxi. And you do not ring me, text me, email me, or send me a postcard with a Saint punched on it." "You will send a taxi," Eva said, something like a smile threatening. "I will send a boy with a moped," Rory said. "The taxi is for television." Eva reached for Rory’s hand. Stopped. She let it drop to the table and tapped once. "Okay." "Say it again." "Okay." The shelf hissed open and Silas filled the space. He did not crowd them. He had none of that in him. His hazel eyes held the weight of the room in them and none of the heat. "You have company," he said. Rory stood. "Brewer Street boys or someone else?" "Two I do not know, in suits that cost and shoes that do not. One with a face like a grater. They asked for Laila," Silas said, not missing the way both women’s shoulders stiffened and resigned in the same breath, the way nostalgia and dread walk arm in arm. He frowned at their empty glasses, as if they had betrayed him by being conversation pieces rather than work. He lifted his ring to his lip, a habit rather than a signal. "Rory, my dear, think me greedy, but I would prefer not to let men ruin my maps." Eva’s chair scuffed as she moved. The lamp threw a crooked shadow up her throat. She picked up the folded paper and slipped it back inside her jacket as if it were a knife. "They did not follow me," she said, and even she did not believe it. "They followed the sound of a name," Rory said. She lifted her hair off her neck with one hand and tied it back with a band from her wrist. The crescent scar flashed and hid. "How many ways out, Si?" "Enough to be interesting," he said. "None to be dull. The back alley, the delivery hatch, a roof that never asked to be climbed, and a basement that wants new drains and does not like shoes." "Eva," Rory said, her eyes on Silas and the tilt of his body that already had a plan in it, "you always said you liked an adventure when other people got to do the falling." "I did not wear the right heels," Eva said, and her mouth made a line a schoolteacher could have used to rule straight. Outside, the front door to the bar banged hard enough to rattle the maps in their frames. A voice rode in, syllables without vowels, all force. "Laila," it called, familiar and amused, the sound of a petty god who had found a temple with its candles still lit. Rory did not look at Eva again. She reached for the light switch on the lamp and snapped it to dark.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags53
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences123
tagDensity0.431
leniency0.862
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
96.71% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount3036
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"very"
count2
highlights
0"very"
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)
86.82% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount3036
totalAiIsms8
found
0
word"lurched"
count1
1
word"familiar"
count3
2
word"flicked"
count1
3
word"charm"
count1
4
word"weight"
count2
highlights
0"lurched"
1"familiar"
2"flicked"
3"charm"
4"weight"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences152
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences152
filterMatches
0"look"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences223
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen111
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords3027
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions66
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
0.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions89
wordCount1502
uniqueNames8
maxNameDensity2.46
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity6.5
worstWindowName"Eva"
discoveredNames
Rory37
London1
Eva36
Raven1
Nest1
Silas11
Welsh1
Three1
persons
0"Rory"
1"Eva"
2"Raven"
3"Silas"
places
0"London"
1"Welsh"
globalScore0.268
windowScore0
96.24% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences93
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"as if holding herself down by force"
1"something like a smile threatening"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount3027
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences223
matches
0"let that sit"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs108
mean28.03
std25.87
cv0.923
sampleLengths
018
11
242
393
416
549
65
796
83
913
1014
1178
1215
1316
1418
154
1651
179
1814
1945
2022
2110
2248
2352
2433
253
269
275
289
2942
307
3112
3237
3311
3478
3528
3628
3736
385
3945
4010
4159
429
4351
4410
45107
4635
4739
4814
493
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences152
matches
0"been poured"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs274
matches
0"was drinking"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences223
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1864
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount31
adverbRatio0.016630901287553648
lyAdverbCount2
lyAdverbRatio0.001072961373390558
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences223
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences223
mean13.57
std14.72
cv1.085
sampleLengths
018
11
26
314
422
519
615
76
813
937
103
119
127
1333
144
1512
164
171
1820
198
2024
2114
2217
2313
243
258
265
2714
2813
2918
3022
3125
3215
334
3412
353
3615
374
3831
397
4013
419
4211
433
4427
454
462
4712
486
4916
54.56% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats15
diversityRatio0.36771300448430494
totalSentences223
uniqueOpeners82
28.49% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences117
matches
0"Somewhere a glass struck the"
ratio0.009
72.99% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount43
totalSentences117
matches
0"Her wrist remembered a different"
1"She steadied the tray on"
2"Her face had refined, the"
3"Her own mouth softened."
4"It made her look like"
5"It hummed with low talk,"
6"His hazel eyes took in"
7"he said, and it sounded"
8"He poured two without asking"
9"he said to Eva"
10"Her hands were bare."
11"Her fingers made a small"
12"He rubbed his ring with"
13"he said in a tone"
14"she said to Silas"
15"They slipped behind the bar"
16"she said as Eva came"
17"She moved to the table,"
18"It was not a friendly"
19"She did not open it."
ratio0.368
2.74% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount107
totalSentences117
matches
0"The tray lurched and a"
1"Rory did not turn at"
2"Her wrist remembered a different"
3"She steadied the tray on"
4"Eva stood three paces off,"
5"Hair once a wild brown"
6"A thin gold chain at"
7"Her face had refined, the"
8"Money and hunger."
9"Rory said, her lips a"
10"Eva’s gaze ran over her,"
11"Her own mouth softened."
12"It made her look like"
13"Rory slid the tray on"
14"The place wore its darkness"
15"It hummed with low talk,"
16"The green neon sign outside"
17"Eva gave a small laugh,"
18"Silas moved down the bar"
19"The slight hitch in the"
ratio0.915
42.74% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences117
matches
0"If a bar could keep"
ratio0.009
84.55% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences49
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"Grey-streaked auburn hair combed back, neat beard, silver signet ring flashed once as he polished a glass that did not need polish."
1"Her fingers ghosted the half-moon scar as if it pricked."
2"She rubbed her thumb across the pad of her index finger as if the words had stained it."
3"He frowned at their empty glasses, as if they had betrayed him by being conversation pieces rather than work."
96.70% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags53
uselessAdditionCount3
matches
0"Rory said, her lips a dry line"
1"Rory said, her voice low"
2"Eva pressed, as if holding herself down by force"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags50
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"He poured (pour)"
1"Eva pressed (press)"
dialogueSentences123
tagDensity0.407
leniency0.813
rawRatio0.04
effectiveRatio0.033
85.4175%