The casket broke.
Unknown space behind
oak panel slid open.
Documents and treasures spilled to floor,
running secrets of hot lava,
sorching plans.
The past finally breathe
the air while those
around gasped.
All but one.
Quicker than age with belie,
bent to grasp.
Dull brooch with diamond chips,
and a story not, this day,
to be broached.
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