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Edinburgh’s Secrets
A haunting revelation during a trip to the old town
The chill of the cobblestone streets of the Edinburgh old town. An eeriness peeking around each corner, and yet a potent magic concealed behind the medieval bricks and mortar of the Royal Mile.
A magic that doesn’t play in the streets like a child, but a weight that has learned how to conceal itself from the purview of the city’s stature.
For those who dare to look closely — the magic is there. She has always been there!
Edinburgh is a postcard city with an underbelly of dark secrets. A city with cries hidden between the majesty of the buildings that attract thousands of tourists each year.
People with extraordinary talents, stripped of their dignity by the paranoia of a King. Occultists, psychics, artisans, locked behind their own doors as they try to practice their craft without arousing suspicion from the authorities.
Some were caught. Others hid in fear. For those caught, let’s just say their dignity was purged enough to force their tongues to reveal others. The Edinburgh Witch Trials left a stain of persecution that can be felt by anyone with the willingness to look closer.
I sat with my coffee looking out of the Royal Mile with a quiet melancholy, contrary to my usual joyful state.
Tourists flocking to a nearby bagpiper, snapping photos. Most unaware of the magic that surrounds their feet — waiting to heal.
