Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0802CPA5DNHCM6E7CCMWMV

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Duration:
32.7s
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$0.002762
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Mistral

Model input

System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Mystery genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4416" name="Detective Harlow Quinn" aliases="Quinn, Detective Quinn, Harlow" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist"> <eyeColor>brown</eyeColor> <hair>closely cropped salt-and-pepper</hair> <height>5'9"</height> <age>41</age> <jawline>sharp jaw</jawline> <watch>worn leather watch on her left wrist</watch> <bearing>military precision</bearing> <description>A Metropolitan Police detective with 18 years of decorated service who suspects the clique is involved in criminal activity.</description> <backstory>She lost her partner, DS Morris, during a case three years ago under unexplained circumstances that had supernatural origins she doesn't yet understand.</backstory> </character> <character id="4414" name="Eva Kowalski" aliases="Eva, Evie" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Best Friend"> <eyeColor>green</eyeColor> <hair>curly red</hair> <height>5'4"</height> <age>26</age> <glasses>round glasses</glasses> <satchel>worn leather satchel full of books</satchel> <freckles>freckled complexion</freckles> <nervousHabit>tucking hair behind her left ear</nervousHabit> <description>Aurora's childhood friend and an occult researcher.</description> <backstory>Moved to London two years before Aurora and works as a research assistant at the British Museum's restricted archives. She holds a master's degree in Ancient History from Oxford.</backstory> </character> <location id="856" name="The Veil Market" aliases="Veil Market, the Market, underground market" realm="Earth"> <currentLocation>abandoned Tube station beneath Camden</currentLocation> <entryRequirement>bone token</entryRequirement> <schedule>moves locations every full moon</schedule> <description>A hidden supernatural black market that sells enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and information.</description> </location> <item id="2004" name="Veil Compass" aliases="the Compass, shadow compass" type="Tool" origin="The Veil Market"> <casingMaterial>small brass compass</casingMaterial> <faceMarkings>face etched with protective sigils</faceMarkings> <needle>points toward the nearest supernatural rift or portal</needle> <patina>casing has a patina of verdigris</patina> <creator>crafted by a Shade artisan</creator> <description>A compass attuned to supernatural energy.</description> </item> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the mystery genre. A detective arrives at a crime scene in an unusual location. Something is wrong — the evidence doesn't add up. A colleague is present, offering a different interpretation. Through careful observation and deduction, the detective begins to see what others have missed. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
Eva's shriek tore through the damp air of the abandoned station. The sound didn't belong in this place—this catacomb of flickering lanterns and shadowed stalls, where haggling over cursed coins and whispering contracts wasn’t supposed to disturb the air with panic. I was seven steps down the crumbling concrete stairwell when it hit me, sharp as ammonia: *wrong place, wrong sound.* Eva only screamed like that when something had crawled beneath her skin. My boot caught on the cracked tile of the platform, the one where the Arnos line maps still clung to the wall like dead skin. The Veil Market had moved to this forgotten Tube station beneath Camden three nights ago—always beneath Camden, always on the bones of something old. Eva and I had walked this platform a dozen times before, me in plain clothes scanning for faces that didn’t belong, her fingers trailing over jars of pickled things that shouldn't be preserved. Tonight, Eva stood frozen between two stalls, her freckled hand crushed over her mouth. Her round glasses had slipped halfway down her nose. The leather satchel at her hip swung violently with her breathing. Across the platform, DS Graves knelt beside a slumped figure splayed across a black cloth like discarded laundry. A pool of dark liquid had seeped into the cracks between flags—thick, slow, wrong. He didn’t look up as I approached. “Throat cut ear to ear. No pulse. Lividity says dead at least four hours, but look at the hands.” He gestured with a gloved finger. “Bound with silver wire. Market trader. That’s Freja’s stall over there.” I crouched without kneeling in the blood. The head lolled back under Graves’s grip, revealing a face I recognised from previous visits—blunt features, pale braids streaked with blue dye, always wearing a necklace of small bones. Freja. The stall sold common charms and protection tokens. The Veil Market didn’t trade in blood unless the price was right, but it always demanded payment in something remembered. The sigils drawn in salt and ash around the body weren’t right. Not just amateur—*butchered.* Salt grains scattered like glitter, the ash smeared in jagged lines. I picked up a torn corner of black cloth. Beneath Freja’s cheek, a symbol had been scraped into the flagstone—three intersecting crescents, the mark of a coven that dissolved twenty years ago after a drugs raid turned into a fire I still dreamed about. But these strokes were too uniform. *Stencilled.* Not carved by intention, by instinct, by fear. Eva dropped to her knees beside me without invitation. Her fingers hovered over the symbols, then snatched back. “Quinn,” Graves said, too calm. “Check this out.” He pulled the victim’s sleeve up. The inner wrist was raw, the bone token missing. A trader without a token was naked in the Veil. Unprotected. Unrecognised. “Looks like a ritual killing,” he continued. “Knew too much about the Market’s secrets. Sent a message.” Eva’s knuckles whitened around her satchel strap. “No,” she said, voice cracked through the round lenses. “No, no, no.” She inched forward, boots clicking against stone, until she could point without touching. “These aren’t coven sigils. This is folk protection *carved backwards.*” She mimed tracing the salt lines with her finger. “Like someone googled ‘witch marks’ for ten minutes and gave up.” Graves exhaled through his nose like Eva had just suggested a nice cup of tea. “We’ve got a name for people who research magic in the British Museum archives, Evie. They’re called cultists.” She didn’t flinch. “I’ve got a name for people who use a reverse sigil—that’s protection *against* entry. Like a bouncer’s sign. If you walk in backwards, you’re welcome. Forward, you’re barred.” She stood abruptly, knocking her glasses higher with the back of her hand—tucking hair behind her left ear without thinking. “Freja knew something. Someone closed the door on her.” The lanterns flickered. Shadows swelled then shrank like breathing. From the narrow tunnel that used to serve the Charing Cross branch of the Northern line, a wet click echoed—like a door closing too fast. Graves heard it too. He stood, wiping his gloved hands on his trousers. “Got a learner copy of the sigils in my notebook. I’m calling Occult Crimes in. You know the drill.” I didn’t answer. I was watching the tunnel. Something moved at the edge of the light—a ripple, a flicker of absence. The Veil Market’s edges weren’t supposed to ripple like water unless a portal opened. Graves thought it was a trick of the lanterns. Eva’s stare told me she wasn’t so sure. Then I saw it. A glint on the platform near Freja’s head—not metal, not bone. A single drop of blood had beaded on the edge of a token half-hidden under the black cloth. It hadn’t been there a moment ago. I reached for it, fingers brushing the cold surface. A pendant shaped like a crescent moon, but not silver—bone, polished ivory yellow. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat beneath my fingertips. Too slow. *Not alive.* Graves noticed my movement. “Don’t touch relics.” I pocketed it anyway. Eva leaned in, breath hitting my neck. “That’s Thrud’s mark. She was the original bone carver. Nineteenth-century smuggler in Archway. Her sigils are *protective.* Someone carved Freja up and planted this to send a message to *someone else.*” Her voice lowered into a whisper only I could hear. “Quinn… the binding wire is *silver,* not iron. Freja wasn’t just killed. She was *taken.*” The air thickened. Not cold. *Thick.* Like breathing through wet wool. I checked my left wrist—the worn leather watch still ticked. Three missed calls from the station. Time didn’t care about murders in the Veil. Graves snapped his notebook shut. “I’ve got to get reception for a report. You two good?” He wasn’t asking Evie. He was asking me, the decorated murder detective who had a habit of seeing patterns no one else wanted to acknowledge. Eva grabbed my arm before I could answer. “That token wasn’t lost. It was *placed.* Like a calling card. Only someone who knew Freja’s collection would pick that one. Thrud’s original run wasn’t mass-produced. Freja must have kept it as an heirloom.” I pulled the token from my pocket. The crescent felt warm now, almost feverish. The surface was scored with microscopic lines—tiny sigils etched into the bone, visible only when you angled the light. Eva squinted. “Those aren’t repetition marks. They’re *coordinates.*” Her fingers twitched. “Like a celestial map.” I turned the token over. Engraved on the reverse: *Arnos.* The name of the dead branch. The place we were standing. A sound cut through the silence like a blade sliding free—metal on stone. Graves froze halfway along the platform, staring at the platform edge. “You hear that?” I knocked Eva sideways just as the first lantern shattered against the wall beside us. Glass exploded into crystals that didn’t fall—they *hovered,* like frozen mid-air before drifting down in slow motion. The lantern’s flame turned blue. From the tunnel where Graves had gone, something stepped into the light. Tall. Clad in a cloak that drank the colours around it. The hood was pulled low, but the silhouette was wrong—arms too long, fingers like spider joints. It moved without lifting its feet, like a mime on invisible tracks. Graves stood his ground, baton raised. “Oi! Back up! Metropolitan Police!” The figure didn’t stop. It reached down and lifted Freja’s body effortlessly—one arm under her shoulders, the other under her knees—as if she weighed nothing. The silver wire binding her wrists didn’t snap. It *dissolved.* Ash drifted where the wire had been. Eva’s nails dug into my wrist. “It’s not taking her. It’s *returning* her.” The cloak rippled like smoke without wind. The blue flame in the broken lantern guttered and died. The air tasted of ozone and burnt sugar. Then the figure *looked* at us. Not turned its head. *Looked.* Like a camera adjusting focus. Two pinpricks of light—no pupils, no iris—floated in the void beneath the hood. I drew my baton. Eva fumbled in her satchel, pulling out a dog-eared book—the *Museum’s* restricted archives copy of *Arnos Subterranea.* Translated sections, margin notes full of her tiny handwriting. The figure took a step forward. The platform shuddered. Graves swung his baton like a cricket bat—it passed through empty air an inch from the figure’s chest. The baton shattered like ice. The token in my hand *burnt.* Eva gasped. “It’s a key! The coordinates—they’re an entrance. Freja knew the entrance inside this station. She was guarding it!” Her voice cracked into panic. “Quinn, for God’s sake, the token is attuned to *you!*” The last lantern blew out. Darkness swallowed us. Except I could still see. Not with my eyes. With something deeper. The token pulsed against my palm like a second heartbeat, and the corridors of the abandoned station *unfolded* before me—not tunnels, not platforms, but a grid of bones. A skeletal map of the old tube lines, glowing faintly blue in the dark. And at the centre— Freja’s stall. Not a stall anymore. A *mouth.* The figure stepped toward it. Freja’s body slipped from its grip and fell without sound, her broken bones not breaking any louder than a sigh. Eva’s voice was a razor in my ear. “Run.” I didn’t run. But I *moved.* And the Veil Market’s real secret stepped out of the dark to meet me.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags12
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"She stood abruptly [abruptly]"
dialogueSentences27
tagDensity0.444
leniency0.889
rawRatio0.083
effectiveRatio0.074
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1582
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)
55.75% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1582
totalAiIsms14
found
0
word"scanning"
count1
1
word"pulse"
count1
2
word"tracing"
count1
3
word"flickered"
count1
4
word"echoed"
count1
5
word"flicker"
count1
6
word"glint"
count1
7
word"pulsed"
count2
8
word"whisper"
count1
9
word"etched"
count1
10
word"silence"
count1
11
word"shattered"
count2
highlights
0"scanning"
1"pulse"
2"tracing"
3"flickered"
4"echoed"
5"flicker"
6"glint"
7"pulsed"
8"whisper"
9"etched"
10"silence"
11"shattered"
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
emotionTells1
narrationSentences132
matches
0"r with panic"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences132
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences146
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen50
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans26
markdownWords33
totalWords1559
ratio0.021
matches
0"wrong place, wrong sound."
1"butchered."
2"Stencilled."
3"carved backwards."
4"against"
5"Not alive."
6"protective."
7"someone else."
8"silver,"
9"taken."
10"Thick."
11"placed."
12"coordinates."
13"Arnos."
14"hovered,"
15"dissolved."
16"returning"
17"looked"
18"Looked."
19"Museum’s"
20"Arnos Subterranea."
21"burnt."
22"you!"
23"unfolded"
24"mouth."
25"moved."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
86.66% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions60
wordCount1263
uniqueNames17
maxNameDensity1.27
worstName"Eva"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Eva"
discoveredNames
Eva16
Arnos3
Veil6
Market4
Tube1
Camden2
Graves12
Salt1
Freja6
Charing1
Cross1
Northern1
Like2
Evie1
Engraved1
Ash1
Translated1
persons
0"Eva"
1"Market"
2"Graves"
3"Freja"
4"Like"
5"Evie"
6"Ash"
places
0"Veil"
globalScore0.867
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences87
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
71.71% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches2
per1kWords1.283
wordCount1559
matches
0"not tunnels, not platforms, but a grid of bones"
1"not platforms, but a grid of bones"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences146
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs39
mean39.97
std27.72
cv0.693
sampleLengths
073
1116
275
365
4103
552
662
733
860
966
1052
1175
127
134
1463
1535
1641
1742
1858
1911
2027
2137
2262
2342
2413
2525
2629
2730
2832
296
3035
315
323
3358
348
3525
369
376
3814
97.29% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount3
totalSentences132
matches
0"been scraped"
1"was scored"
2"was pulled"
81.48% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount4
totalVerbs225
matches
0"was watching"
1"wasn’t asking"
2"was asking"
3"were standing"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount24
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences22
totalSentences146
ratio0.151
matches
0"The sound didn't belong in this place—this catacomb of flickering lanterns and shadowed stalls, where haggling over cursed coins and whispering contracts wasn’t supposed to disturb the air with panic."
1"The Veil Market had moved to this forgotten Tube station beneath Camden three nights ago—always beneath Camden, always on the bones of something old."
2"A pool of dark liquid had seeped into the cracks between flags—thick, slow, wrong."
3"The head lolled back under Graves’s grip, revealing a face I recognised from previous visits—blunt features, pale braids streaked with blue dye, always wearing a necklace of small bones."
4"Not just amateur—*butchered.* Salt grains scattered like glitter, the ash smeared in jagged lines."
5"Beneath Freja’s cheek, a symbol had been scraped into the flagstone—three intersecting crescents, the mark of a coven that dissolved twenty years ago after a drugs raid turned into a fire I still dreamed about."
6"“I’ve got a name for people who use a reverse sigil—that’s protection *against* entry. Like a bouncer’s sign. If you walk in backwards, you’re welcome. Forward, you’re barred.” She stood abruptly, knocking her glasses higher with the back of her hand—tucking hair behind her left ear without thinking."
7"From the narrow tunnel that used to serve the Charing Cross branch of the Northern line, a wet click echoed—like a door closing too fast."
8"Something moved at the edge of the light—a ripple, a flicker of absence."
9"A glint on the platform near Freja’s head—not metal, not bone."
10"A pendant shaped like a crescent moon, but not silver—bone, polished ivory yellow."
11"I checked my left wrist—the worn leather watch still ticked."
12"The surface was scored with microscopic lines—tiny sigils etched into the bone, visible only when you angled the light."
13"A sound cut through the silence like a blade sliding free—metal on stone."
14"Glass exploded into crystals that didn’t fall—they *hovered,* like frozen mid-air before drifting down in slow motion."
15"The hood was pulled low, but the silhouette was wrong—arms too long, fingers like spider joints."
16"It reached down and lifted Freja’s body effortlessly—one arm under her shoulders, the other under her knees—as if she weighed nothing."
17"Two pinpricks of light—no pupils, no iris—floated in the void beneath the hood."
18"Eva fumbled in her satchel, pulling out a dog-eared book—the *Museum’s* restricted archives copy of *Arnos Subterranea.* Translated sections, margin notes full of her tiny handwriting."
19"Graves swung his baton like a cricket bat—it passed through empty air an inch from the figure’s chest."
20"The token pulsed against my palm like a second heartbeat, and the corridors of the abandoned station *unfolded* before me—not tunnels, not platforms, but a grid of bones."
21"And at the centre—"
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1287
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount43
adverbRatio0.03341103341103341
lyAdverbCount8
lyAdverbRatio0.006216006216006216
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences146
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences146
mean10.68
std8.51
cv0.797
sampleLengths
011
130
232
325
424
533
614
79
811
918
1014
117
1225
1311
147
1529
161
178
1820
1912
2014
219
2235
236
249
259
269
275
289
299
3010
311
321
337
3410
357
369
3716
3819
3911
4015
4118
423
4348
449
453
466
4725
484
499
54.11% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats11
diversityRatio0.3698630136986301
totalSentences146
uniqueOpeners54
55.56% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences120
matches
0"Then I saw it."
1"Then the figure *looked* at"
ratio0.017
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount35
totalSentences120
matches
0"I was seven steps down"
1"My boot caught on the"
2"Her round glasses had slipped"
3"He didn’t look up as"
4"He gestured with a gloved"
5"I crouched without kneeling in"
6"I picked up a torn"
7"Her fingers hovered over the"
8"He pulled the victim’s sleeve"
9"she said, voice cracked through"
10"She inched forward, boots clicking"
11"She mimed tracing the salt"
12"She didn’t flinch."
13"She stood abruptly, knocking her"
14"He stood, wiping his gloved"
15"I didn’t answer."
16"I was watching the tunnel."
17"It hadn’t been there a"
18"I reached for it, fingers"
19"It pulsed faintly, like a"
ratio0.292
51.67% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount98
totalSentences120
matches
0"Eva's shriek tore through the"
1"The sound didn't belong in"
2"I was seven steps down"
3"My boot caught on the"
4"The Veil Market had moved"
5"Eva and I had walked"
6"Tonight, Eva stood frozen between"
7"Her round glasses had slipped"
8"The leather satchel at her"
9"A pool of dark liquid"
10"He didn’t look up as"
11"He gestured with a gloved"
12"I crouched without kneeling in"
13"The head lolled back under"
14"The stall sold common charms"
15"The Veil Market didn’t trade"
16"The sigils drawn in salt"
17"I picked up a torn"
18"Eva dropped to her knees"
19"Her fingers hovered over the"
ratio0.817
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences120
matches(empty)
ratio0
43.19% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences43
technicalSentenceCount6
matches
0"Eva and I had walked this platform a dozen times before, me in plain clothes scanning for faces that didn’t belong, her fingers trailing over jars of pickled th…"
1"The head lolled back under Graves’s grip, revealing a face I recognised from previous visits—blunt features, pale braids streaked with blue dye, always wearing …"
2"From the narrow tunnel that used to serve the Charing Cross branch of the Northern line, a wet click echoed—like a door closing too fast."
3"He was asking me, the decorated murder detective who had a habit of seeing patterns no one else wanted to acknowledge."
4"Glass exploded into crystals that didn’t fall—they *hovered,* like frozen mid-air before drifting down in slow motion."
5"It reached down and lifted Freja’s body effortlessly—one arm under her shoulders, the other under her knees—as if she weighed nothing."
41.67% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags12
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"she said, voice cracked through the round lenses"
1"She inched, boots clicking against stone, until she could point without touching"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags3
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"he continued (continue)"
dialogueSentences27
tagDensity0.111
leniency0.222
rawRatio0.333
effectiveRatio0.074
81.3027%