An invitation advanced you in a strange manner
An envelope put in your hand by a strange man
Away quickly, you caught neither face
Nor name, you could not be blamed he moved like blazes
His gait seemed to change before the vision faded
Alas, you could not say for sure, you obey
The letter to the letter, confessing I will do what it states
The laneways are grotty but the haunted grotto is stately
The manor is inside an estate, tasteful but plain, gated
Lit by blazing brazier flames, essence of mediaeval ages.
Alchemisland 
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