Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTXZM3Y54E1G4GD69NVA7JM

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GPT-5.1
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2m 2s
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$0.057696
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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>
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>

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"Aurora?" Gin sloshed over my knuckles. The glass kissed the tap with a sharp crack, then held. So did I. Silas flicked a look along the bar, quick and assessing, then shifted his weight off his bad leg. "You all right, Carter?" "Fine." My voice came out hoarse. I set the glass down, wiped my hand on the bar towel and turned. She stood half a dozen stools away. Black blazer, white blouse crisp enough to cut. Hair pinned back in a severe twist that made her cheekbones look sharper and her eyes older. "Niamh." "You remember me then." "Hard to forget someone who once set my fringe on fire." Her mouth twitched. It tried for a smile, settled on something smaller. "That was hairspray's fault, not mine." "It was your lighter." Silas cleared the empty tumbler in front of her with practised ease. "What can I get you?" Niamh went on looking at me. "Whatever she's having." "House white," I said. Silas nodded. His signet ring flashed as he reached for the bottle. "You can take a break, Carter." "I'm fine on shift." "Take a break." He did not raise his voice. He did not need to. He set the glass down in front of Niamh with a faint clink and slid another towards me. "Staff privilege," he said. Which meant, in Silas, something between command and kindness. I lifted the trap in the bar and stepped out. My trainers stuck for a moment on some patch of old spill, then came free. "You work here," Niamh said. "Live here too," I said. "Top floor. Cheap rent, questionable plumbing." "The Raven's Nest," she read off the coaster, as if she had not known the name when she walked in. "Very you." "Grubby and hard to find?" "Hidden and full of secrets." She liked her words neat, like her partings. Always had. We took a table near the back, between a tilted world map and a black and white photograph of three men in trench coats pretending not to recognise the camera. The Nest hummed around us, low and steady. Ice in shakers, a burst of laughter from the group of suits in the corner, a song on the jukebox that was all bass and no melody. "You look..." Niamh studied my face as if checking it against a witness statement. "Different." "Got older." "That too." She sipped her wine, winced a little. "Christ, that's rough." "You ordered what I was having." "You never had taste." "You never had a spine." For a second the old rhythm slid back into place, insult and retort, a shared grin after. Her eyes flashed, then softened. The grin did not come. "So," she said. "London." "So," I said. "Still allergic to small talk?" "Depends who I'm talking to." "Same old." "Not quite." Her fingers went to the thin silver chain at her throat, twisted it, let go. The bracelet on her wrist chimed against her watch. Expensive, sleek, the sort that came from a bonus rather than a birthday. We let the noise from the bar fill the gap. A bottle cap pinged off the floor. Someone cursed at the fruit machine. "You didn't answer my last message," she said. The room seemed to pull in that line of sound and hold it. "You sent a meme of a cat stuck in a bin." "After that." "There wasn't an after that." "There was." She watched me over the rim of her glass. "You read it." "You monitoring my blue ticks now?" "I was then." I rolled the stem of the glass between my fingers. Condensation slicked my skin. "You changed your number," she said. "You blocked me on everything. You vanished, Rory." "You knew where I was." "In theory. 'London' isn't an address." "You knew who I was with." Her throat worked. She set the glass down too carefully. "I thought," she said, "you were happy." "That would be the law degree talking." "You chased it for years." "No," I said. "Dad chased it. I ran behind him and tripped repeatedly." "You still did all the readings. Colour-coded notes, tabs, the works." "It passed the time." "It was your dream." "It was my punishment." Niamh's hand tightened on the table edge. "Don't do that," she said. "Do what." "Rewrite everything. It was not all bad." "My fringe disagrees." "You were not alone back then, Rory." "No," I said. "I had you. And Evan." His name did something to the air between us. It felt heavier. The maps on the wall seemed to lean closer, listening. Niamh glanced away, then back. "He's not why I'm here." "You expect me to believe you walked into the one bar in Soho where I pour cheap wine and it's a coincidence." "It is." "Lawyers do not believe in coincidence." "Sometimes their ex-friends do." "Ex-friends," I repeated. "If someone blocks you on everything, you take the hint." "You took the hint before that." "When." "The night I called." She did not ask which night. Her tongue pressed against her cheek, a muscle tick that used to mean she was working out whether to lie. "I was in court preparation," she said. "We were doing disclosures until midnight, I had my phone on silent." "I left a voicemail." "I know." "I left three." "I know." She drew a small circle on the table with her fingertip, chasing some old watermark. "I listened the next morning. All of them. Twice." "I needed somewhere to go," I said. "You had Eva." "She was in London." "So were you." "Not then. Not yet." She flinched just slightly at the name. "Eva called me," she said. "After you turned up with her. She said you were safe." "That what you told yourself." "That is what she said." Her voice hardened on the last word, defence snapping up. I tasted the old argument on my tongue, the one we had never had. "You could have called back," I said. "You could have." "I did." "Before you left," she said. "Before you walked out of your parents' kitchen without telling anyone. Before your dad went to my house to ask if I knew where his daughter was." "How is Brendan," I said, the question on a slow exhale. "You talk to him?" "Not lately." "Why not." "How is he," I repeated. Niamh looked at me for a long time. She drank, swallowed hard. "Older," she said. "Thinner. Still terrifying on a cross-examination. Less so on stairs." "And Mam." "A saint," she said. "As usual. She sends biscuits with anyone who drives up to Cardiff. She asked about you at Christmas." "What did you say." "That you were alive. That you were still in London. That I had not spoken to you in years." "Accurate, at least." "She cried." "Jennifer always cried at Christmas." "Not like that." The jukebox changed track. Something slower, drums like a heart with a murmur. "You changed your hair," Niamh said. "It grew." "You cut it. No fringe. You used to hide behind it." "Got tired of hiding." "Liar," she said, so soft it almost sounded like air leaving her lungs. Silas moved past our table, his limp barely noticeable now. He checked our glasses, glanced at our faces, decided against conversation. His hand brushed my shoulder as he passed. Anchor, warning, both. "So," Niamh said. "Pre-law dropout, barmaid." "Delivery girl too. Golden Empress. Best dumplings within a mile, unless you count food poisoning as a spice." "You, with a scooter." "You say that like I did not ride pillion on your brother's bike for two summers." "You screamed the whole time." "I was expressing joy." "You were expressing a desire to live." "I still have that." "Good." She said it too fast. "What about you," I said. "Barrister yet." "Solicitor. Corporate. Contracts, acquisitions, that sort of thrilling nonsense." "Big firm?" "Decent sized. Enough to own me, not enough to feed me caviar." "You look fed." "Thank you for assessing my caloric intake." "I meant the suit." She plucked the lapel. "Off the peg," she said. "I am not that far gone." "You used to live in band t-shirts." "I still have them." "Do they fit over the corporate spine." "I take it out at weekends." Silence again. More dangerous this time. I watched her hands. No ring, but a pale groove on the skin where one had been. Her nails short now, filed blunt. No chipped black varnish, no biro doodles of skulls on the back of her left hand. "You got married," I said. "Briefly." "To." "You do not know him." "Does it matter." "It did, at the time." Her jaw set. "It failed," she said. "Spectacularly." "Sorry." "Cost me less than my degree, more than my pride." "Quite a spread." "Why are we listing our ruin like exam results." "You started." "I walked into a bar," she said. "I saw my best friend pouring cheap white for tourists. Forgive me for asking questions." "Best friend," I said. "You are going to hang on that word all night, are you." "Feels new." "It is old. You threw it out with your SIM card." "I threw out a lot of things." "Not all the right ones." Her gaze cut into mine, sharp as it used to be when she caught me copying from her notes. "So," she said. "Tell me. Where did you go that night." "Which night, Niamh, there were several." "You know the one." Her voice lowered. The noise of the bar seemed to recede, as if everyone leaned back to give us space without meaning to. "You called me," she said. "Three times. Then you did not call again. Next thing I heard, you were in London with Eva and he was in hospital." Something clanged in the kitchen. A laugh from the bar snapped high and broke. "You want the official story," I said. "Or the bit I did not put in the police statement." "I want yours." "I packed a backpack," I said. "Put in the cash from the bakery till, three pairs of pants, my passport. Left a note that said 'Gone out'." "You always did like understatement." "He was asleep. I picked up my keys, he made this noise, half word, half grunt. I thought he was waking up, so I bolted for the door." "Rory..." "I am giving you your story, do not interrupt." Her mouth shut on the rest. "The hallway," I said, "felt longer than usual. Like those hotel corridors in films where the thing with the axe chases you. My hands shook so much I dropped the keys. He came out of the bedroom. Asked where I was going." Niamh's fingers had stopped drawing circles. She held the edge of the table as if it moved. "I said Eva needed me," I went on. "He laughed. Said Eva always needed an audience. Then he saw the bag." "And." "And things escalated." The word tasted absurd in my mouth. Court language. Clean. "He fell," I said. "Hit the radiator. His head split open. Blood everywhere. Too much. I have not looked at tomato soup properly since." "You called an ambulance." "After I called you." "You should have called them first." "I could hear him breathing. I thought, you answer, you tell me what to do, we decide together whether I leave or stay and hold his hand like I had been told good girlfriends do. You did not answer. So I dialled nine nine nine and told them my boyfriend had slipped and hit his head." "You left when they took him." Yes, I thought. I left when they wheeled his body past me and one of the paramedics would not meet my eye. "I left," I said. "You did not wait for me," she said. "I did not expect you." "You expected me before." "That was the mistake." The words dropped like stones. She flinched as if they carried weight. "You think I could have fixed that," she said. "A phone call in the middle of the night, I say what, 'leave him, I will pick you up in ten', and suddenly the last two years vanish." "I think you could have turned up," I said. "Once. Any time. After. Before." "I was twenty three," she said. "I was drowning in land law and my parents' mortgage and your father watching me like I was responsible for every choice you made. I did not know how to fix you, Aurora." "You did not pick up the phone." "I was scared." "Of him." "Of you." The confession came out in a rush, then sat between us, awkward and real. "You loved him," she said. "You bent yourself into shapes I did not recognise for him. Every time I said something, you shut me out for a week. I thought if I pushed harder, I would lose you completely. I did the maths, all right, and I decided losing you later hurt less than losing you then." "You always did like your calculations." "They got us both here." She breathed out through her nose, sharp. "You know what the worst part is," she said. "You mean besides the skull on the radiator." "The morning after," she said. "I listened to your messages before I checked the news. Before your mother called. Before your father turned up at my door and asked if I had seen you. I knew you sounded wrong. I heard it. And I still waited to call back." I did not answer. The wince in her voice did the work. "He did not press charges," she said, a beat later. "Who." "Evan." My stomach tightened. "He was unconscious," I said. "He could not." "Later. When he woke up." "How do you know what he did later." "Cardiff is a village, Rory. Lawyers gossip. Nurses do too." "And that concerns you how." She shifted. The chair creaked. "I saw him," she said. The maps blurred for a second, my focus narrowing to the small pale curve of her ear. "When," I asked. "Last month." "Where." "In a meeting room at work." My laugh came out colder than I intended. "Your firm took him on as a client," I said. "Of course." "Not exactly." "There some other reason my ex would sit in your glass tower." "It was a deposition." The word hung there, ugly. "He is involved in a case," she said. "Wider thing. Historic abuse, pattern of behaviour, all the right phrases. He has a solicitor, not us. We represent someone else. We needed his testimony." I swallowed. My tongue felt thick. "You sat across a table from him," I said. "With two colleagues, yes." "You looked him in the eye." "I tried not to." "And." "And what." "What did he say." "That you saved his life." I laughed, once, sharp. "He would." "That he forgave you." "How magnanimous." "That you ran because you panicked." "True." "That he never laid a hand on you." Hot, black anger flared so fast I saw nothing for a heartbeat. "He said it under oath?" I asked. "Oath adjacent." "And you believed him." "That is not what this is." "Isn't it," I said. "You turn up where I work after years of silence right after you meet him in a professional capacity and you want me to think it is nostalgia." "He asked about you." "There it is." "He said you were in London," she went on. "That you worked in a bar. He did not have the name." "So you went hunting." "I did what I should have done years ago," she said. "I looked for you. I wanted to see you with my own eyes, not as footnote in his story." "And did you." "I saw you," she said. "Behind that bar, serving drinks, making jokes, pretending you are fine." "Maybe I am." "You are not that good an actress." "You came to check on your investment." "I came because," she said, then stopped. "Because what." Her jaw clenched. "Because he is coming." The words landed harder than anything else she had said. "Here?" I asked. "To London." "He already lives here." "To this bar." I stared at her. "You told him," I said. "I did not give him the address." "You told him enough for him to find me." "I slipped," she said. "I mentioned Soho. He is not stupid." "So you came to warn me. How noble." "I came because he called me after the deposition," she said. "He should not have, it broke protocol. He wanted to talk about you. Old times, he said. He asked if I ever saw you. I said no, not in years. He laughed. Said that was going to change." The room around us felt sharper now. The clink of glass, the murmur of voices, the low radio static of the world carrying on regardless. "You think he would walk into my workplace," I said. "Start some nostalgic tour of his greatest hits." "I think he enjoys an audience," she said. "I think he likes a scene." "You told him I pour pints for a living." "I told him you got away," she said. "I could hear his teeth grind over the line." "You should have hung up." "I did." "Late." "Too late, yes." We looked at each other. The years between us crowded in, full of nights and absences and all the words we had not said. "How long," I asked. "Since I met him." "Until he turns up." She opened her mouth, closed it again, then flicked her eyes over my shoulder. "About that long," she said. I turned. He stood framed in the doorway, one hand on the edge as if he owned it. Same set of shoulders, same lazy half smile that never touched his eyes. A thin white scar cut through his left eyebrow, new, souvenir from some other night. His gaze swept the room once, landed on me, and lit up. "Laila," he said. "There you are."
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags72
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences299
tagDensity0.241
leniency0.482
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
91.68% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount3005
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"very"
count1
1
adverb"carefully"
count1
2
adverb"slightly"
count1
3
adverb"suddenly"
count1
4
adverb"completely"
count1
highlights
0"very"
1"carefully"
2"slightly"
3"suddenly"
4"completely"
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)
81.70% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount3005
totalAiIsms11
found
0
word"flicked"
count2
1
word"weight"
count2
2
word"coded"
count1
3
word"desire"
count1
4
word"silence"
count2
5
word"stomach"
count1
6
word"jaw clenched"
count1
7
word"eyebrow"
count1
highlights
0"flicked"
1"weight"
2"coded"
3"desire"
4"silence"
5"stomach"
6"jaw clenched"
7"eyebrow"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"jaw/fists clenched"
count1
highlights
0"jaw clenched"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences183
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount3
narrationSentences183
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)
analyzedSentences410
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen56
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords3001
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions103
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions18
wordCount1172
uniqueNames5
maxNameDensity0.85
worstName"Niamh"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
Silas5
Niamh10
Which1
Nest1
Silence1
persons
0"Silas"
1"Niamh"
2"Which"
3"Nest"
places(empty)
globalScore1
windowScore1
51.32% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences76
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"something between command and kindness"
1"as if checking it against a witness statement"
2"sounded like air leaving her lungs"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount3001
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences410
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs317
mean9.47
std10.22
cv1.08
sampleLengths
01
119
218
34
41
519
632
71
84
911
1012
116
124
1312
145
156
163
174
1812
196
204
213
2229
234
249
2525
265
2711
2822
295
305
3110
3265
3315
342
352
367
373
386
394
405
4127
424
438
445
452
462
4737
4823
498
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences183
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs250
matches
0"was working"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences410
ratio0
matches(empty)
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1172
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"same lazy half smile"
adverbCount34
adverbRatio0.02901023890784983
lyAdverbCount4
lyAdverbRatio0.0034129692832764505
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences410
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences410
mean7.32
std6.9
cv0.942
sampleLengths
01
15
211
33
418
54
61
75
814
97
108
1117
121
134
1411
153
169
176
184
1912
205
216
223
234
242
2510
266
274
283
296
305
3118
324
339
3410
3515
365
375
386
3920
402
415
425
438
442
4530
468
4727
4814
491
42.76% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats38
diversityRatio0.3121951219512195
totalSentences410
uniqueOpeners128
29.76% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences112
matches
0"More dangerous this time."
ratio0.009
0.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount62
totalSentences112
matches
0"My voice came out hoarse."
1"I set the glass down,"
2"She stood half a dozen"
3"Her mouth twitched."
4"It tried for a smile,"
5"His signet ring flashed as"
6"He did not raise his"
7"He did not need to."
8"He set the glass down"
9"I lifted the trap in"
10"My trainers stuck for a"
11"she read off the coaster,"
12"She liked her words neat,"
13"We took a table near"
14"She sipped her wine, winced"
15"Her eyes flashed, then softened."
16"Her fingers went to the"
17"We let the noise from"
18"She watched me over the"
19"I rolled the stem of"
ratio0.554
13.57% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount100
totalSentences112
matches
0"Gin sloshed over my knuckles."
1"The glass kissed the tap"
2"Silas flicked a look along"
3"My voice came out hoarse."
4"I set the glass down,"
5"She stood half a dozen"
6"Hair pinned back in a"
7"Her mouth twitched."
8"It tried for a smile,"
9"Silas cleared the empty tumbler"
10"Niamh went on looking at"
11"His signet ring flashed as"
12"He did not raise his"
13"He did not need to."
14"He set the glass down"
15"I lifted the trap in"
16"My trainers stuck for a"
17"she read off the coaster,"
18"She liked her words neat,"
19"We took a table near"
ratio0.893
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences112
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences41
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"Hair pinned back in a severe twist that made her cheekbones look sharper and her eyes older."
1"Ice in shakers, a burst of laughter from the group of suits in the corner, a song on the jukebox that was all bass and no melody."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags72
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"she read off, as if she had not known the name when she walked in"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags67
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"I repeated (repeat)"
1"I repeated (repeat)"
dialogueSentences299
tagDensity0.224
leniency0.448
rawRatio0.03
effectiveRatio0.013
83.4930%