quiet grandeur. Where Newport News pressed its warmth against you in close wooden detail, Norfolk opens the narrative wider—the hallway surrenders to a room whose ceiling height announces a different ambition, plaster walls carrying that same bourbon-country stillness but stretched now into a scale that feels almost civic, as though the estate remembers when these river-road properties served as gathering places for an entire county. The limestone threshold beneath your feet marks the transition with geological certainty, cool and unyielding where the hardwood ran warm, and the light here arrives not through intimate casement windows but through tall double-hung panes that frame the mature canopy outside like portraits hung specifically for this vantage. You sense the property shifting from its private quarters into something more declarative, a progression that carries you toward North Charleston's wing with the steady pull of a current finding