that momentum is no accident. Where Brookville's palette spoke in warm restraint, here the corridor opens into a Broomfield sensibility—bolder, more declarative—where wider plank floors meet a threshold of honed stone and the ceiling height lifts just enough to announce that the scale of living has changed. This is the estate finding its stride, each material handoff calibrated so the eye never rests but always reaches forward, and already you can sense the approach toward Bryan's quieter register waiting just beyond the next turn of