Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTY7738BH86Z2NJ719990C0

Run Details

Model:
GPT-5
Duration:
6m 1s
Cost:
$0.074007
Provider:
OpenAI

Model input

System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Thriller 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="4417" name="Tomás Herrera" aliases="Tommy, Tomás, Herrera" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Support"> <eyeColor>warm brown</eyeColor> <hair>short curly dark brown</hair> <height>5'10"</height> <age>29</age> <skinTone>olive skin</skinTone> <scar>scar running along his left forearm from a knife attack</scar> <medallion>Saint Christopher medallion around his neck</medallion> <birthplace>Seville, Spain</birthplace> <description>A former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique.</description> <backstory>Born in Seville, Spain. He moved to London to work for the NHS but lost his license after administering unauthorized treatments to supernatural patients.</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> <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> </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 thriller genre. A detective is pursuing a suspect through rain-soaked city streets at night. The chase takes them from the street level down into an underground market. The detective must decide whether to follow the suspect into unfamiliar and potentially dangerous territory. 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
He broke left without warning and vaulted the metal bollard. The satchel on his hip thudded against bone, his trainers skidded, then he found grip and ran harder. Harlow cut after him. Spray hit her cheeks and tasted like a battery. Footsteps slapped, hers chasing his, the rhythm messy and quick, tick tock turning to flip flop as the pavement changed from stone to slick boards by the canal. She felt the worn leather of her watch snag on her cuff as she pumped her arms. The strap had rubbed a raw patch on her wrist days ago. It burned. She ignored it. He took the footbridge at a reckless diagonal. Cyclists swore, a dog jerked on its lead and yelped. The satchel man looked back once, dark hood, a flash of skin, and clipped a girl’s shoulder. No apology. He hit the far side and barreled into the warren behind Camden Lock. Harlow’s lungs ached, but the ache felt clean. She loved the move and counter, loved the geometry of a pursuit. Every corner offered a line. She snapped to it. He feinted toward the main road, then slid past a shuttered kebab shop and vanished down a concrete stairwell that swallowed sound. She went after him, boots on wet steps, hand on the handrail, nails scraped rust. A door sat ahead, steel, dented, sprayed with tags. He did not slow. He rapped twice, quick, and a viewing slot shunted open. A pale oval flashed in his palm. Not a coin. Bone. He pressed it to the slot like a kiss. The door cracked. A slice of light. He slipped in. Harlow hit the door with her shoulder. It gave her nothing but ache through the deltoid. The viewing slot snapped closed. She stepped back and took the scene in. No obvious bell. No intercom. A man in an old army coat stood to one side with a carrier bag, jaw working on nothing. Two teenagers passed a roll-up between them and pretended to ignore the door, but their eyes flicked for the fifteen beats it took before it would open again. Others drifted, not a queue, just a loose gravity. An inked woman with shaved temples turned a small disc over and over in her fingers. Bone, again. Smooth as river stone. Harlow tapped her radio. Static only. She adjusted the earpiece and got the same hiss. Under here the signal died. She looked at the stairwell entrance and listened. Above, Camden still roared. Below, the air vibrated thin as wire. A slit of metal scraped. The door opened for a new face with grey in his beard and a butcher’s roll under his arm. The gatekeeper had eyes like wet gravel and the kind of nose that had been broken wrong twice. A bone token hung on a leather thong across his chest. He blocked her as if he had known her all his life. Token, he said. Harlow showed her badge. Metropolitan Police. The coat man’s jaw stopped moving. The teenagers froze mid-puff. The gatekeeper did not blink. Token or take the stairs back up, love. She watched his hands and thought about angles. His weight sat easy on his heels. The door’s edge pressed into his thigh. He could slam it and take her arm if she reached. Stupid to fight here, on a wet step, with a steel door as a weapon. Her suspect had gone inside less than a minute ago. She could call for backup and spend the night explaining a door to Control. She swallowed the urge to swear. Someone jostled her from behind. A boy with a nose ring and a threadbare blazer, hare-bright eyes, the kind of brightness that had nothing to do with school. He mumbled sorry and flashed his disc to the slot. It dropped from his wet fingers and skittered under Harlow’s boot. She shifted her weight. The disc pressed into the tread of her boot. She crouched as if to check her radio battery, one hand under the flap of her coat, the other steady on her knee. She slid the disc into her palm, the thing shockingly warm, then rolled it between her fingers and let her face stay bored. The boy laughed with relief and reached for his pocket. Harlow stood and stepped past him. She held the token up. One second only. The gatekeeper’s eyes cut to it and something like a smile found one corner of his mouth. In you come, sweetheart. The hall beyond ran with old tile and the smell of stale air. The stairwell dropped into a tired station that the city had bricked over and forgotten. Somebody had peeled the brickwork back and stitched a new kind of life in the gap. Pale bulbs hung on thick cords. Chalk sigils traced the edges of Victorian posters trapped under glass. Bone chimes tinkled from a stall made from a disused ticket booth, and the air tasted of cinnamon, catmint and hot iron. Harlow tucked the token into her coat pocket and kept low. The crowd thinned and thickened like breath. Tall men in flat caps glanced at her shoes. A woman in a velvet dress sniffed and drew her fur closer to her throat though she did not feel cold. A gobbet of old chewing gum clung to a tile from another century and made her think, unhelpfully, of DS Morris chewing Berwick’s Finest at three in the morning. She cleared the thought by flexing her fingers against the cool grip of her sidearm. Stalls leaned into each other. Some sold thin books with spines that had bent open too often. Some offered neat bottles stoppered with wax, the liquid inside strange, viscous, holding its own intent. A man at a trestle shaved dust from a black stone and caught it on paper. He wore gloves. The edges of vision crowded with things that did not like police light. She spotted her runner across the concourse. Easy to find, once you knew him. That jerky energy, the twitch of a man who had spent weeks watching doors. He had peeled back his hood. His hair lay damp across a pointy skull. He stood with a stallholder under the old Camden Town Eastbound sign. The satchel sat on the trestle, open. The stallholder reached in and took something wrapped in oilcloth. He did not unwrap it. He slipped it straight beneath the counter. Harlow shifted. The flow of people made her path difficult. A boy with a cage under his arm brushed against her and the thing inside the cage watched her as if it wanted to speak. Old maps on the wall bled from black to brown under lamp glare. A whistle sounded far back in the tunnels, too sweet to be police. Quinn. She turned at her name. Tomás Herrera stood under a string of talismans woven from dried rye. His hair curled tight, damp with sweat, his warm brown eyes lined with fatigue. He had rolled his sleeves and showed a straight scar along his left forearm. A Saint Christopher medallion lay against his collarbone. His hands smelled of iodine and cloves. You should not be here. Harlow kept one eye on the runner. He had the oilcloth. Now a small black box sat on the trestle where the satchel used to be. She looked Tomás full in the face. Missed you too. He glanced at her hip, at the concealed shape there, then at her pocket where the token sat. He spoke low. Token gets you past the door, not past the living. This place eats uniforms. Good thing I am out of uniform. You think that helps. He swallowed. It has rules. He cut two words with a clean Sevilla blade. You respect them or you bleed. What are you chasing, Quinn? He shifted and she saw the girl on the table behind him. Sixteen at most. Skin grey, lips blue, a length of cloth pressed to a wound at her belly. Her fingers clenched on Tomás’s wrist, knuckles like pearls under thin skin. Tomás had rigged a drip from a hanger hung on an old service map. The bag read saline. Someone had drawn a fox on the girl's palm in biro. Harlow felt a thread tug at the skin under her watchstrap. A stitch asked if it wanted to give way. She kept her voice flat. Man in grey hoodie, carrying a satchel. He swapped it for a box. Where does he run to when he thinks they cannot touch him? Tomás’s mouth worked. He tilted his head at the runner. Taller than I expected. Where. He looked at the girl. Back at Harlow. Do not shout police. Do not flash the badge. If the Wardens clock you, I cannot help you when they pull you apart and share you out between the knives. Who are the Wardens. He stared. People who think the bones under this place still have a job to do. Harlow looked past his shoulder and saw them. Yellow strips across their jackets, stitched from old caution tape and train livery. Their tokens hung heavy as medals. They moved in a rope of three, eyes always out, palms bare and scarred. No guns. They did not need guns in a place that signalled its own rules. Tomás sighed. He had already lost a fight she had not started. He nodded at the far tunnel. Old service corridor. Right, then left. You will smell vinegar. Keep your hands where everyone can see them. If they ask, you came for tincture, you crave sleep. Help me if he bolts. He gave her a look as if she had asked him to stop a tide with his fingers. Then he bent back over the girl. Bring me a miracle while you are at it. Harlow moved, shoulder on a crowd edge, body turned half sideways, that same line from the chase translated into a narrower corridor. She kept the runner in peripheral. He walked like a man who had done this before and once been caught somewhere else. The black box in his hand looked older than the rats that made their lives between the rails. A man in a dark suit glanced at her and smiled with too many teeth. A woman slid a jar of beetles onto a scale and hummed an old lullaby. Harlow smelled vinegar and copper and the perfume of crushed chalk. The runner cut right. She followed and kept three people between them. He cut left. She kept one. He paused to talk to a woman with opals in her ears. Harlow pretended to examine a rack of maps and found her hands still. She hated the way stillness could feel like failure. He finished and moved toward a small archway braced with riveted iron. No sign. A thin skein of beads hung in the mouth of the arch, made from something that had once been alive. He parted them with care and ducked inside. Harlow checked the Wardens. Two held their line at the far end of the concourse. One leaned into a conversation with a stallholder who had too many watches on his wrist. The nearest Warden clocked her profile with a tilt of his chin and then dismissed it. For now. She stepped through the beads. Something cold kissed her neck as if the beads had a say in her passing. The space beyond narrowed into a throat of brick. Lamps hung low, their glass dusty. The bricks had been scraped clean in places. Scratches scored the mortar like tally marks. Voices bled in from everywhere and nowhere. She saw the runner ten yards ahead. He stopped at a metal door that might once have been a cleaner’s cupboard. He knocked a rhythm that made her jaw tense. Three, pause, two, pause, one. A slider opened. The smell that came out stung her eyes. She drew breath, stepped into the pool of light and said the thing Tomás had begged her not to say. Metropolitan Police. Hands where I can see them. Everything froze. Even the beads behind her stopped moving. The runner turned slow and smiled. He had long incisors, not sharp, just long, as if he had grown them for chewing a childhood too hard to swallow. His hands came up, palms out, the box balanced on his knuckles. The Warden at the end of the corridor hissed. It sounded nothing like a snake. It sounded like old brakes catching on metal. In the concourse behind, noise dropped in a ripple. Stalls leaned away as if the walls themselves had developed breath. The runner let the smile drop. He flicked his finger against the lid of the box. The latch clicked. Thin, bright breath escaped. Harlow smelled sage and something that lived in hospitals and never quite came clean. A soft blue glow licked the seam. Drop it. Now. He rolled his wrists and the box tipped. The lid slipped back. Inside lay a leather wallet marked with a metal shield that caught even this dirty light. It had a corner missing where it had kissed gravel once, years back. Harlow knew the nick. Her mouth dried to dust. A nameplate winked under the shield and she did not have to lean to read it. MORRIS, D. S. Where did you get that. He laughed. The sound honeyed and empty. A whistle blew behind her. Not one. Three. The Wardens moved as one line, swift and quiet, and the first lifted a short ash stick and snapped it into his palm. Stalls slammed shutters. Someone pulled a lever somewhere and the main door groaned closed. The bone chimes screamed as wind tore through them, a keening that got into Harlow’s teeth. The runner lifted his empty hand and tossed a vial to the flagstones. It cracked. Smoke hit the corridor hard and spat white light. It shoved her back, not with heat, but with force like a wave hitting the pier. Shapes shoveled toward her in the glare, knives bright and short as tongues. The Wardens’ ash sticks rose. Harlow took two steps into the smoke and brought her pistol up. The runner turned and ran through the cupboard door as it yawned open behind him. She went after him and a crossbow bolt hissed past her ear and took a chip out of brick. Another caught her coat and punched a hole in the sleeve. Hands grabbed for her wrist. She tore free and drove forward into a space that smelled like the inside of a mausoleum just as the grate above slammed down and a wet voice close at her shoulder said, Close it, she is inside.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2462
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
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)
81.72% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2462
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"footsteps"
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1
word"flicked"
count2
2
word"vibrated"
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3
word"weight"
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4
word"traced"
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5
word"velvet"
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6
word"could feel"
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highlights
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1"flicked"
2"vibrated"
3"weight"
4"traced"
5"velvet"
6"could feel"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
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maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells1
narrationSentences271
matches
0"d with relief"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount3
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences271
filterMatches
0"watch"
1"think"
hedgeMatches
0"tended to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences271
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen38
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2459
ratio0
matches(empty)
41.67% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions3
unquotedAttributions1
matches
0"Token, he said."
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions67
wordCount2455
uniqueNames24
maxNameDensity0.86
worstName"Harlow"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Harlow"
discoveredNames
Camden3
Lock1
Police2
Control1
Harlow21
Victorian1
Morris1
Berwick1
Finest1
Town1
Eastbound1
Herrera1
Saint1
Christopher1
Tomás7
Sevilla1
Quinn2
Wardens4
Warden2
Close1
Bone3
Token3
Stalls3
You4
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Morris"
2"Herrera"
3"Saint"
4"Christopher"
5"Tomás"
6"Quinn"
7"Wardens"
8"Warden"
9"Token"
10"Stalls"
11"You"
places
0"Camden"
1"Control"
2"Berwick"
3"Town"
4"Eastbound"
globalScore1
windowScore1
93.18% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences176
glossingSentenceCount4
matches
0"tasted like a battery"
1"something like a smile found one corner of h"
2"sounded like old brakes catching on metal"
3"smelled like the inside of a mausoleum jus"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.407
wordCount2459
matches
0"not with heat, but with force like a wave hitting the pier"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences271
matches
0"think that helps"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs64
mean38.42
std25.58
cv0.666
sampleLengths
028
175
250
351
458
510
621
791
839
965
103
1116
1213
1378
1449
1559
1624
1721
1883
1992
2065
2183
2261
231
2460
255
2636
2735
287
299
3020
3171
3225
3325
3414
351
3638
374
3816
3956
4046
415
4234
4362
4441
4552
4642
4749
4857
4946
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount3
totalSentences271
matches
0"been broken"
1"been caught"
2"been scraped"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs435
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences271
ratio0
matches(empty)
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount2358
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"inside strange, viscous, holding"
adverbCount53
adverbRatio0.022476675148430873
lyAdverbCount6
lyAdverbRatio0.002544529262086514
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences271
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences271
mean9.07
std6.05
cv0.667
sampleLengths
010
118
24
39
428
517
612
72
83
98
1010
1117
122
1313
148
1512
165
174
1822
1915
209
214
2210
237
243
251
269
273
284
293
307
319
325
338
343
352
3619
3728
389
3916
402
414
424
432
449
455
468
474
487
495
42.99% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats19
diversityRatio0.2988929889298893
totalSentences271
uniqueOpeners81
27.32% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences244
matches
0"Then he bent back over"
1"Even the beads behind her"
ratio0.008
74.10% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount89
totalSentences244
matches
0"He broke left without warning"
1"She felt the worn leather"
2"She ignored it."
3"He took the footbridge at"
4"He hit the far side"
5"She loved the move and"
6"She snapped to it."
7"He feinted toward the main"
8"She went after him, boots"
9"He did not slow."
10"He rapped twice, quick, and"
11"He pressed it to the"
12"He slipped in."
13"It gave her nothing but"
14"She stepped back and took"
15"She adjusted the earpiece and"
16"She looked at the stairwell"
17"He blocked her as if"
18"She watched his hands and"
19"His weight sat easy on"
ratio0.365
50.16% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount200
totalSentences244
matches
0"He broke left without warning"
1"The satchel on his hip"
2"Harlow cut after him."
3"Spray hit her cheeks and"
4"Footsteps slapped, hers chasing his,"
5"She felt the worn leather"
6"The strap had rubbed a"
7"She ignored it."
8"He took the footbridge at"
9"Cyclists swore, a dog jerked"
10"The satchel man looked back"
11"He hit the far side"
12"Harlow’s lungs ached, but the"
13"She loved the move and"
14"Every corner offered a line."
15"She snapped to it."
16"He feinted toward the main"
17"She went after him, boots"
18"A door sat ahead, steel,"
19"He did not slow."
ratio0.82
61.48% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount3
totalSentences244
matches
0"Now a small black box"
1"If the Wardens clock you,"
2"If they ask, you came"
ratio0.012
88.44% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences105
technicalSentenceCount8
matches
0"He feinted toward the main road, then slid past a shuttered kebab shop and vanished down a concrete stairwell that swallowed sound."
1"He blocked her as if he had known her all his life."
2"A boy with a nose ring and a threadbare blazer, hare-bright eyes, the kind of brightness that had nothing to do with school."
3"That jerky energy, the twitch of a man who had spent weeks watching doors."
4"He gave her a look as if she had asked him to stop a tide with his fingers."
5"The black box in his hand looked older than the rats that made their lives between the rails."
6"He had long incisors, not sharp, just long, as if he had grown them for chewing a childhood too hard to swallow."
7"She tore free and drove forward into a space that smelled like the inside of a mausoleum just as the grate above slammed down and a wet voice close at her shoul…"
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags0
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags0
88.5018%