Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
20
glossingSentenceCount
2
matches
0
"sound that seemed to vibrate the very air"
1
"as if recognizing an ancient rhythm The tunnel walls shivered, a section of stone sliding aside to reveal a hidden passage, the entrance framed by an ancient wooden door etched with runes that glowed faintly blue The passage opened onto a vast underground cavern, its ceiling supported by stone columns draped in ivy that seemed to breathe, the floor littered with scattered parchments and broken glass vials At the centre stood a massive crystal sphere, its surface swirling with liquid shadows that reflected countless unseen faces The suspect stood before it, clutching a small wooden box, he snarled, slamming the box onto the ground The box burst open, scattering shards of obsidian that spun upward, forming a vortex that sucked at the air Harlow felt the pull, a vortex of gravity threatening to yank her forward, but she planted her feet, muscles tensing, ready to resist Tomás shouted a warning, his voice barely audible over the vortex’s hum She lunged, grabbing the suspect’s wrist, the two of them locked in a struggle against the unseen force, muscles straining, sweat soaking their clothes The suspect’s grip slipped, and he was flung backward, landing hard on the stone floor, the breath knocked out of him He rolled, skidding across the slick floor, crashing into a stack of crates marked with alchemical symbols, each click echoing like a death knell The crates toppled, sending a cascade of strange artifacts scattering, one of them—a weathered leather notebook—slid to Harlow’s feet, pages fluttering open, revealing a hastily scrawled list of names, including"
2
"ivy that seemed to breathe, the floor littered with scattered parchments and broken glass vials At the centre stood a massive crystal sphere, its surface swirling with liquid shadows that reflected countless unseen faces The suspect stood before it, clutching a small wooden box, he snarled, slamming the box onto the ground The box burst open, scattering shards of obsidian that spun upward, forming a vortex that sucked at the air Harlow felt the pull, a vortex of gravity threatening to yank her forward, but she planted her feet, muscles tensing, ready to resist Tomás shouted a warning, his voice barely audible over the vortex’s hum She lunged, grabbing the suspect’s wrist, the two of them locked in a struggle against the unseen force, muscles straining, sweat soaking their clothes The suspect’s grip slipped, and he was flung backward, landing hard on the stone floor, the breath knocked out of him He rolled, skidding across the slick floor, crashing into a stack of crates marked with alchemical symbols, each click echoing like a death knell The crates toppled, sending a cascade of strange artifacts scattering, one of them—a weathered leather notebook—slid to Harlow’s feet, pages fluttering open, revealing a hastily scrawled list of names, including"
"Before Harlow could respond, Tomás shouted, “Now!” and thrust the bone token forward, the metal humming as if recognizing an ancient rhythm The tunnel walls shivered, a section of stone sliding aside to reveal a hidden passage, the entrance framed by an ancient wooden door etched with runes that glowed faintly blue The passage opened onto a vast underground cavern, its ceiling supported by stone columns draped in ivy that seemed to breathe, the floor littered with scattered parchments and broken glass vials At the centre stood a massive crystal sphere, its surface swirling with liquid shadows that reflected countless unseen faces The suspect stood before it, clutching a small wooden box, “You’re too late,” he snarled, slamming the box onto the ground The box burst open, scattering shards of obsidian that spun upward, forming a vortex that sucked at the air Harlow felt the pull, a vortex of gravity threatening to yank her forward, but she planted her feet, muscles tensing, ready to resist Tomás shouted a warning, “Don’t let it take you!” his voice barely audible over the vortex’s hum She lunged, grabbing the suspect’s wrist, the two of them locked in a struggle against the unseen force, muscles straining, sweat soaking their clothes The suspect’s grip slipped, and he was flung backward, landing hard on the stone floor, the breath knocked out of him He rolled, skidding across the slick floor, crashing into a stack of crates marked with alchemical symbols, each click echoing like a death knell The crates toppled, sending a cascade of strange artifacts scattering, one of them—a weathered leather notebook—slid to Harlow’s feet, pages fluttering open, revealing a hastily scrawled list of names, including Morris’"
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
1
technicalSentenceCount
1
matches
0
"He lunged forward, the vortex pulling at his boots, but Harlow grabbed his arm, yanking him toward the light, together they sprinted toward the opening, the cav…"