Summary
A mildewed folio, passed from hand to trembling hand beneath the flicker of a gas-lamp, detonates the quiet life of landowner Drazicky; what begins as a courteous visit from the reclusive Richard Bor swells into a somnambulant odyssey through corridors of memory, alchemy, and hereditary sin. Dagmar, his wife, pleads for flight from the crumbling estate, yet Drazicky, spellbound by the codex’s tale of the Black Tower, sinks into a velvet armchair and drifts into the sepulchral dusk of dream. Within that dream he ascends a spiral staircase of shadow, discovers a Renaissance laboratory where alembics glint like wolf-eyes, and awakens the corpse of Jesek Drazicky—his own bloodline, apprentice to the imperial magus Borro, keeper of the elusive elixir that once transfixed Rudolf II’s Prague. The resurrected ancestor, equal parts charlatan and visionary, drags the modern Drazicky through a labyrinth of court intrigue, Faustian bargains, and the acrid stench of mercury, forcing him to confront the vertiginous truth that immortality is merely dynasty misspelled. When dawn’s first blade slices the curtains, Dagmar finds her husband staring at the empty folio: the ink has vanished, the tower has evaporated, yet the elixir’s metallic aftertaste lingers on his tongue like a family curse that can never be spat out.
Synopsis
Richard Bor brings his neighbor, the landowner Drazicky, an old book. The latter tries in vain to persuade his wife Dagmar to leave. In the book Drazicky finds the story of the Mystery of the Black Tower and he falls asleep. He goes into the tower and finds an alchemist's laboratory and the body of a man holding instructions describing how he can be revived. Drazicky successfully carries out the experiment and finds out that the man is his ancestor Jesek Drazicky who lived during the time of Rudolf II. He had become the apprentice of the alchemist Borro who had entrusted him with the mystery of the elixir of life.
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