The corridor's ascending ceiling reaches its full dramatic height here in what feels like the Willmar passage of the home, where the proportions shift from intimate procession to something grand and declarative, the kind of spatial generosity that mirrors the open agrarian horizons of Minnesota's heartland translated into interior architecture. The same richly stained hardwood that guided you from the Westminster threshold now broadens underfoot, its grain lines running unbroken beneath crown molding that has deepened in profile, framing plastered walls washed in warm bourbon-amber light from recessed fixtures overhead. This is the estate's transitional spine at its most confident, a room that refuses to merely connect but instead commands its own presence, the ceiling beams overhead carrying a hand-hewn texture that rewards the upward glance the way Willmar's wide prairie sky rewards the lifted gaze. The energy here gathers rather than settles, the hall narrowing almost imperceptibly ahead as natural light from the next opening brightens the far wall and draws you toward Wilmington's revelations waiting just beyond the turn.