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the basics White Willow is home to a population of around 25,000 people. Demographic-wise, this population is basically consistent with state averages: around seventy-four percent white, twenty percent black, and two percent each Asian-American and Hispanic. (The remaining two percent is split between races that the U.S. census considers 'other' and descendants of the area's First Nation people.) Most residents are Christians of some stripe - Baptists or Catholics, mostly. Geographically, the town is split in half by the railroad tracks that run through it. There is a very clear and literal "right/wrong side of the tracks" division in terms of social order. North of the tracks is uptown, home to both high schools, the city government, the nicer business developments and the nicer residential areas. South of the tracks are the shabbier homes - including Spring Court, the town's trailer park - shadier businesses, and swampland. The town is bordered on all sides by the wetlands and the forest, really, but it's swampiest down south. West of town is the abandoned Fairfax mansion - a sprawling wreck of a once-beautiful house. For many years it was the ancestral home of the Fairfax family, wealthy cotton magnates who were, at that time, a key part of the town's infrastructure. The house's last known residents were Jonathan Fairfax and his young daughter Marietta in the mid-1800s. Jonathan doted on his little girl almost constantly, having lost her mother when she was an infant, and was heartbroken when she died very suddenly at the age of thirteen. He remained in town for years afterward, drinking away his fortune and growing steadily more unhinged - first insisting that his daughter had been a victim of foul play, then that she was not dead at all. He died in a mental institution in Maryland. These days the house is owned by a distant out-of-town relative who seems to want nothing to do with it; it sits at the edge of town, silent, slowly being consumed by creeping vines. Within, bricks meet neatly, walls stand upright, floors are firm, doors are sensibly shut, and whatever walks there, walks alone.

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