In the rare and gentle folds of Williamsburg County, South Carolina, there flourished a singular grace—a porch, its roof upheld by stalwart columns rising from the earth, the deck drawn inward like a secret kept close, offering shelter to those who lingered there from the caprices of sun and storm. Seldom did such a feature grace the earth of Georgia, yet the Bryan House bore this Carolina Rain Porch, woven into its very bones when it rose in 1832. Nigh on two centuries old, it stands yet, a quiet monument to the craftsmanship of its makers, its weathered timbers whispering of days long past, when the world was younger and the air thick with the dreams and sorrows of those who sought refuge beneath its eaves.