own quieter vocabulary of space. Where Mankato offered warmth through its earthen textures and generous horizontal planes, here the ceilings lift and the palette cools to something more contemplative, as though the estate is drawing a deeper breath before speaking again. The millwork tightens its grain, the natural light arrives at steeper angles through taller openings, and you sense the bourbon country vernacular translating itself into a dialect that prizes restraint over declaration. It is the kind of room that rewards stillness, yet the corridor beyond already narrows with purpose, pulling your eye toward McComb's