Run: 2026-09-25-01M3CKCPC2BSKTWMJY7N43SXF4

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Duration:
24.3s
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$0.026398
Provider:
Mistral

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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

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The bone token burned cold against Detective Harlow Quinn’s palm as she stepped over the police tape. The abandoned Tube station beneath Camden reeked of damp concrete and something older, something that made the hairs on her arms stand on end. A flickering bulb cast long shadows across the platform, where a body lay sprawled near the edge, one arm outstretched as if reaching for a train that would never come. “Took you long enough.” The voice came from the far end of the platform, where a lanky figure in a forensic suit crouched beside the corpse. Davies. His torch cut through the gloom, illuminating a face that had seen better days—both his and the victim’s. Quinn didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The scene spoke for itself. The victim, a man in his late thirties, wore a tailored suit now ruined by the dark stain spreading across his chest. No wallet, no phone, no obvious signs of struggle. Just a single, peculiar detail: a small brass compass clutched in his stiff fingers, its face etched with sigils that made her eyes ache if she stared too long. “ID?” she asked. Davies shook his head. “Nothing on him. But look at this.” He pointed to the man’s wrist. A fresh tattoo, still red and raised, depicted a crescent moon cradling a dagger. “Gang mark? Cult symbol?” Quinn crouched, her sharp jaw tightening. The tattoo was familiar. She’d seen it before, in a file buried deep in the archives. A case that had ended with her partner’s name carved into a stone wall in an alley off Fleet Street. Morris had been chasing something then, something he’d never named. Something that had named him instead. “Not a gang,” she muttered. “Not unless they deal in things that go bump in the night.” Davies snorted. “You’ve been reading too many of Eva’s books.” The name sent a jolt through her. Eva Kowalski. The woman had a habit of turning up where she wasn’t wanted, with her satchel full of occult nonsense and her round glasses perched on a nose that was always stuck in someone else’s business. Quinn had run her out of three crime scenes already this month. “Speaking of,” Davies continued, “she called the station. Said she had information on this one.” Quinn’s fingers twitched. “And you didn’t think to mention that first?” “Thought you’d want to see the body first.” He shrugged. “She’s outside. Wouldn’t let her in without you.” Quinn stood, the compass in the victim’s hand catching the light. The needle didn’t point north. It pointed *down*, toward the tracks, where the shadows pooled thick as oil. She pulled a glove from her pocket and pried the compass free. The moment it left the man’s grip, the needle spun wildly before settling on the far wall, where a symbol had been scratched into the grimy tiles—a circle bisected by a jagged line. The same mark she’d found at Morris’s last scene. “This isn’t a robbery,” she said. “And it’s not a gang hit.” Davies followed her gaze. “Then what is it?” Quinn didn’t answer. She stepped over the body, her boots silent on the cracked tiles, and knelt by the wall. The symbol was fresh, the edges sharp. No blood smeared it, no drag marks led to or from it. Just the mark, and the compass pointing straight at it. “Ritual?” Davies ventured. “Maybe.” She traced the lines with her gloved finger. “But rituals need time. Preparation. This was fast. Messy.” “So not a pro.” “Or someone interrupted.” She glanced back at the body. The suit was expensive, the shoes Italian leather. This wasn’t some back-alley occultist. This was a man with money, with connections. A man who’d come here for a reason. The Veil Market. The name slithered into her thoughts, unwelcome. She’d heard whispers of it in the underbelly of the city—a black market for things that shouldn’t exist, moving every full moon, accessible only to those with the right token. A bone token, like the one currently digging into her palm. “You think this is connected to that market rumour?” Davies asked, as if reading her mind. Quinn’s lips thinned. “There’s no such thing as coincidence in our line of work.” A clatter echoed from the staircase leading up to the street. Footsteps, quick and light. Then a voice, breathless but sharp. “You’re late.” Eva Kowalski stood at the edge of the police tape, her curly red hair escaping its pins, her round glasses fogged from the climb down. She clutched her worn leather satchel to her chest like a shield. Or a weapon. Quinn exhaled through her nose. “We were managing fine without you.” Eva’s green eyes flicked to the body, then to the compass in Quinn’s hand. “That’s a Veil Compass. Points to rifts, portals, thin spots between worlds.” She adjusted her glasses, her freckled complexion pale under the harsh light. “And that symbol on the wall? That’s not just a mark. It’s a *door*.” Davies barked a laugh. “A door?” Eva ignored him, her gaze locked on Quinn. “Someone was trying to open a way into the Market. Or out of it.” Quinn turned the compass over in her hand. The patina of verdigris on the brass casing felt almost warm now, as if it recognised her. “And the victim?” “Collateral damage.” Eva’s voice was quiet. “Or a failed customer.” Davies threw his hands up. “You’re both insane. There’s no such thing as supernatural markets or magic doors. This is a murder. Plain and simple.” Quinn stood, the compass heavy in her grip. “Then explain the symbol. Explain the compass. Explain why a man in a two-thousand-pound suit is dead in an abandoned Tube station with no signs of forced entry or struggle.” Davies opened his mouth, then shut it. His torch wavered, casting jumping shadows. Eva stepped forward, her voice low. “The Market moves every full moon. Tonight’s the night. If they opened a door here, it means the Market was *here*.” Quinn’s pulse ticked up. The full moon was tomorrow. Close enough for the Market’s purposes, perhaps. “And the token?” Eva’s fingers twitched toward her satchel. “You’ve got one?” Quinn didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The bone token in her pocket was answer enough. Davies groaned. “You’re telling me this guy got himself killed over a *market*?” “Not just any market,” Eva said. “The Veil Market trades in things that can’t be bought anywhere else. Spells, artefacts, information. And sometimes, people.” Quinn’s grip tightened on the compass. Morris had been chasing something before he died. Something he’d never spoken about, not even to her. But she’d found his notes. Scrawled references to a market, to a compass, to a door that shouldn’t be opened. “So our victim was a customer,” Davies said, rubbing his temples. “Great. So we’re looking for a shopkeeper.” Eva shook her head. “Or a rival. Or a thief. The Market doesn’t take kindly to either.” Quinn crouched again, this time beside the body’s outstretched hand. The fingers were curled, as if grasping for something. She pried them open carefully. Nestled in the palm was a second token—smaller, smoother. Not bone. Ivory. “Well,” Eva breathed. “That’s new.” Davies leaned in. “What is it?” “A seller’s token.” Eva’s voice was tight. “Only the Market’s vendors carry those. If he had one, he wasn’t just a customer. He was *part* of it.” Quinn turned the token over. Engraved on the back was the same crescent moon and dagger from the man’s wrist. Fresh. Too fresh. “He got the tattoo *after* he got the token,” she realised. “This wasn’t just a mark. It was a brand.” Eva’s breath hitched. “A brand means he was claimed. By the Market, or by something *in* it.” Davies threw his hands up. “Okay, I’m officially out. I’ll stick to the boring murders, thanks.” Quinn ignored him. She stood, the two tokens heavy in her palm, the compass still pointing stubbornly at the wall. The symbol there seemed to pulse in the dim light, the lines deeper than they should be, as if the wall itself was receding. “Eva,” she said slowly. “If the Market was here, where is it now?” Eva’s gaze flicked to the compass, then to the symbol. “Gone. But the door’s still open.” A draft slithered across the platform, carrying the scent of ozone and something older, something that made Quinn’s teeth ache. The shadows at the edge of the light seemed to *move*, coiling like smoke. Davies took a step back. “Did it just get colder?” Quinn didn’t answer. She stepped toward the symbol, the compass needle now pressing against her skin as if urging her forward. The closer she got, the more the air hummed, her bones vibrating with it. Eva grabbed her arm. “Don’t.” Quinn shook her off. “If there’s a door, there’s answers on the other side.” “Or a knife in the dark.” Eva’s grip tightened. “Morris didn’t die in an alley, Quinn. He died because he *looked*.” The name hit like a punch. Quinn’s breath caught. She knew that. She’d *always* known that. But knowing and proving were two different beasts. She turned to Eva, the weight of the tokens and the compass suddenly too much. “Then help me look the right way.” Eva’s eyes searched hers, green and unyielding. Then, slowly, she nodded. “Fine. But we’re not stepping through that door. Not yet.” Quinn almost laughed. “Since when do you get to decide what we do?” “Since you started carrying a bone token in your pocket.” Eva’s voice was steel. “That thing’s not just a key, Quinn. It’s a *leash*.” The compass needle spun wildly, then locked onto the symbol again. The shadows at the edges of the platform deepened, and for a heartbeat, Quinn thought she saw *eyes* in them. Watching. Waiting. Davies cleared his throat, his voice unsteady. “I’m going to go call this in. Maybe get a priest. Or a psychiatrist.” Neither woman looked at him. Quinn turned back to the symbol, her mind racing. A seller’s token. A fresh brand. A compass pointing at a door that shouldn’t exist. Morris had been chasing the Market. And now the Market—or something in it—had left a body in her city. She pulled the bone token from her pocket, holding it up beside the ivory one. They were identical in shape, but where the bone was rough, the ivory was smooth. Polished. “Eva,” she said, her voice low. “What happens if someone tries to use a buyer’s token to get into the seller’s side of the Market?” Eva’s face paled. “They don’t.” “They *can’t*?” “They *don’t*,” Eva repeated, her voice sharp. “Because the sellers don’t let them. And the Market *eats* trespassers.” The compass needle began to vibrate, the sigils on its face glowing faintly, like embers in the dark. The symbol on the wall *pulsed*, the lines bleeding into the shadows. Quinn’s breath came fast. “We’re out of time.” Eva’s fingers dug into her arm. “Quinn, *look*.” She followed Eva’s gaze to the body. The man’s outstretched hand had twitched. His fingers curled, then uncurled, as if testing the air. Then, slowly, his head turned toward them. His eyes were open. And they were *black*.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags20
adverbTagCount2
adverbTags
0"She glanced back [back]"
1"she said slowly [slowly]"
dialogueSentences72
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leniency0.556
rawRatio0.1
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86.70% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1880
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"carefully"
count1
1
adverb"slowly"
count3
2
adverb"suddenly"
count1
highlights
0"carefully"
1"slowly"
2"suddenly"
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)
62.77% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1880
totalAiIsms14
found
0
word"gloom"
count1
1
word"etched"
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word"familiar"
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word"traced"
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word"echoed"
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word"footsteps"
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word"flicked"
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word"wavered"
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word"pulse"
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word"weight"
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word"racing"
count1
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word"pulsed"
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3"traced"
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6"flicked"
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8"pulse"
9"weight"
10"racing"
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100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"sent a shiver through"
count1
highlights
0"sent a jolt through"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences160
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount3
narrationSentences160
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences209
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen35
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans18
markdownWords18
totalWords1874
ratio0.01
matches
0"down"
1"door"
2"here"
3"market"
4"part"
5"after"
6"in"
7"move"
8"looked"
9"always"
10"leash"
11"eyes"
12"can’t"
13"don’t"
14"eats"
15"pulsed"
16"look"
17"black"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions19
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
16.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions83
wordCount1325
uniqueNames14
maxNameDensity2.04
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity4.5
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Detective1
Harlow1
Quinn27
Tube1
Camden1
Davies16
Fleet1
Street1
Kowalski2
Morris4
Italian1
Veil1
Market4
Eva22
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Quinn"
2"Camden"
3"Davies"
4"Kowalski"
5"Morris"
6"Eva"
places
0"Fleet"
1"Street"
2"Market"
globalScore0.481
windowScore0.167
6.32% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences87
glossingSentenceCount5
matches
0"as if reaching for a train that would never come"
1"as if reading her mind"
2"as if grasping for something"
3"as if urging her forward"
4"as if testing the air"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1874
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences209
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs82
mean22.85
std17.11
cv0.749
sampleLengths
071
145
272
33
435
558
617
710
856
915
1011
1118
1283
1312
148
1549
163
1718
184
1938
2051
2116
2214
2321
242
2540
2611
2752
286
2922
3028
3110
3225
3338
3413
3527
3619
379
3816
3913
4024
4143
4218
4317
4436
455
466
4727
4823
4920
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences160
matches
0"been scratched"
1"were curled"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs232
matches
0"was receding"
74.50% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount6
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences5
totalSentences209
ratio0.024
matches
0"His torch cut through the gloom, illuminating a face that had seen better days—both his and the victim’s."
1"The moment it left the man’s grip, the needle spun wildly before settling on the far wall, where a symbol had been scratched into the grimy tiles—a circle bisected by a jagged line."
2"She’d heard whispers of it in the underbelly of the city—a black market for things that shouldn’t exist, moving every full moon, accessible only to those with the right token."
3"Nestled in the palm was a second token—smaller, smoother."
4"And now the Market—or something in it—had left a body in her city."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1332
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount46
adverbRatio0.03453453453453453
lyAdverbCount13
lyAdverbRatio0.00975975975975976
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences209
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences209
mean8.97
std6.68
cv0.745
sampleLengths
017
124
230
326
41
518
63
74
85
922
109
1129
123
134
1413
1514
164
176
184
1912
2020
2110
226
235
2412
252
268
277
282
2935
3012
3115
323
338
3410
358
3611
375
3813
3912
4033
419
426
436
444
454
463
4717
487
4912
43.30% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats14
diversityRatio0.28708133971291866
totalSentences209
uniqueOpeners60
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount5
totalSentences140
matches
0"Just a single, peculiar detail:"
1"Just the mark, and the"
2"Then a voice, breathless but"
3"Then, slowly, she nodded."
4"Then, slowly, his head turned"
ratio0.036
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount27
totalSentences140
matches
0"His torch cut through the"
1"She didn’t need to."
2"He pointed to the man’s"
3"She’d seen it before, in"
4"It pointed *down*, toward the"
5"She pulled a glove from"
6"She stepped over the body,"
7"She traced the lines with"
8"She glanced back at the"
9"She’d heard whispers of it"
10"She clutched her worn leather"
11"She adjusted her glasses, her"
12"His torch wavered, casting jumping"
13"She didn’t need to."
14"She pried them open carefully."
15"She stood, the two tokens"
16"she said slowly"
17"She stepped toward the symbol,"
18"She knew that."
19"She’d *always* known that."
ratio0.193
17.14% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount124
totalSentences140
matches
0"The bone token burned cold"
1"The abandoned Tube station beneath"
2"A flickering bulb cast long"
3"The voice came from the"
4"His torch cut through the"
5"Quinn didn’t answer."
6"She didn’t need to."
7"The scene spoke for itself."
8"The victim, a man in"
9"Davies shook his head."
10"He pointed to the man’s"
11"A fresh tattoo, still red"
12"Quinn crouched, her sharp jaw"
13"The tattoo was familiar."
14"She’d seen it before, in"
15"A case that had ended"
16"Morris had been chasing something"
17"Something that had named him"
18"The name sent a jolt"
19"The woman had a habit"
ratio0.886
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences140
matches(empty)
ratio0
3.11% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences46
technicalSentenceCount9
matches
0"The abandoned Tube station beneath Camden reeked of damp concrete and something older, something that made the hairs on her arms stand on end."
1"A flickering bulb cast long shadows across the platform, where a body lay sprawled near the edge, one arm outstretched as if reaching for a train that would nev…"
2"His torch cut through the gloom, illuminating a face that had seen better days—both his and the victim’s."
3"Just a single, peculiar detail: a small brass compass clutched in his stiff fingers, its face etched with sigils that made her eyes ache if she stared too long."
4"A case that had ended with her partner’s name carved into a stone wall in an alley off Fleet Street."
5"She’d heard whispers of it in the underbelly of the city—a black market for things that shouldn’t exist, moving every full moon, accessible only to those with t…"
6"The patina of verdigris on the brass casing felt almost warm now, as if it recognised her."
7"A draft slithered across the platform, carrying the scent of ozone and something older, something that made Quinn’s teeth ache."
8"She stepped toward the symbol, the compass needle now pressing against her skin as if urging her forward."
25.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags20
uselessAdditionCount4
matches
0"Davies asked, as if reading her mind"
1"She adjusted, her freckled complexion pale under the harsh light"
2"she said, her voice low"
3"Eva repeated, her voice sharp"
94.44% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags11
fancyCount4
fancyTags
0"she muttered (mutter)"
1"Davies continued (continue)"
2"Eva breathed (breathe)"
3"Eva repeated (repeat)"
dialogueSentences72
tagDensity0.153
leniency0.306
rawRatio0.364
effectiveRatio0.111
77.6652%