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Provider
openrouter
Challenge Version
v1.0
Turns
1
Duration
255.4s
Total Tokens
27,327
Input Tokens
1,386
Output Tokens
25,941
Reasoning Tokens
25,528
Reasoning Effort
default
Cached Input Tokens
1,152
Est. Cost
$0.1567
Started
10/6/2026, 2:28:59 PM
OR Provider
xAI
Finish Reason
stop
Generation ID
gen-1791296939-wlBuksFXqmQzNpAS0Zj5
Turns (1)
Turn #1
1,386 in25,941 out25,528 reasoning1,152 cached27,327 total255.3s
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Write a short story without using the letter E. Not once: not in the title, not in a name, not in a single word. Upper case and lower case both count, and so do accented forms (é, è, ê, ë).
The rules for the story:
- Between 270 and 330 words.
- A character who wants something, and an ending where they get it or don't.
- At least one line of dialogue.
- A title on the first line, written as
# Title.
After the story, on its own line, write your own count in exactly this form:
Word count: N
I will check the letters and the count with a script.
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Gold Past A Dark Hill
Marcus was a young boy in a small town by a long hill. His big wish was a gold coin. An old man had told him of that coin in a dark wood past that hill. Marcus still wants it.
"I want that coin," said Marcus to his dad. "Go if you must," said his dad. "But stay on a path. Night can fall fast." "I will," said Marcus.
His dad put a lamp in his hand and a sack on his back.
At dawn Marcus ran out. A brook ran by a rocky bank. Marcus sat on a log and bit a plum.
"I will find it," said Marcus.
A man in a gray cloak stood by a big rock. "I am Al," said that man. "I hid a coin long ago. I want a boy with a bold spirit to find it." "I am that boy," said Marcus. "Walk north until you spot a black oak with a split trunk. Dig at its foot. A tin box sits in dirt." "Thank you," said Marcus. "Go now. Do not stop," said Al.
Marcus ran north. At noon a storm hit. Rain hit hard. Mud was thick. Marcus did not turn back. "I must go on," said Marcus.
A path wound past thorny brush. A cut stung his arm. Marcus bound it with a cloth strip. At dusk a black oak stood by a cliff. Its trunk was split. "This is it," said Marcus.
Marcus dug with a stick and both hands. Dirt burst out. A tin box sat in dim light. A lid slid off. A gold coin sat within. Marcus put it in his palm. "I got it," said Marcus.
Night was dark but Marcus lit his lamp and ran back. His dad stood at a door. "You found it?" said his dad. "I did," said Marcus. Marcus was glad. His wish was his at last.
Word count: 324