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| Laureas is a town on the east coast of the Crown States.<ref>“He found his way to Laureas,” Mary said.
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| “Where? I don’t know that place. Or person.”
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| “Place. A smaller city, far east.
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| [https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2016/11/05/lamb-arc-14/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 14.x|Lamb (Arc 14)]]
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| </ref>{{Infobox_location|name = Laureas|type = Town|location = Crown States, east coast|web serial = Twig; Bitter Pill 15.1}}
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| === History ===
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| Laureas, named for the laurels of victory, had been the site of an early Crown victory. But something went wrong, and the town declined. People still live there, and it held [[Beattle|a lacklustre Academy]].<ref>Laureus, named for the laurels of victory, had been the site of an early victory, after the Crown had landed on the fledgling nation’s shores. But it wasn’t a place that lived up to its name. The local Academy had lost stature, the city hadn’t proven itself as a pivotal cog in the machine, or something else had gone wrong, and the foundation had rotted.
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| It gave the sense of a place that had been abandoned. The wooden growths that supported and reinforced local structures now played host to a new ecosystem that enjoyed close proximity to the ocean. Algae-like slime grew on the wood, and where that slime dried out and died, it provided nutrition for weeds and saplings to find a foothold. The lights within buildings weren’t strong, with much of it being candlelight and oil lanterns.
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| But people occupied this place. There was a high concentration of back-alley doctors here, which was starting to make sense, now that I’d been told about Beattle Academy’s approach to student intake and retention.
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| [https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2016/11/08/bitter-pill-15-1/ Excerpt] from [[Bitter Pill 15.1]]
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| </ref>
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| === Geography ===
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| The town sprawls around a bay. The port is at the north end, surrounded by slums; a ferry crosses the bay, back and forth. <ref>With that as our vantage point, as we crested the hill, I could take in Laureas from a distance. The city sprawled, not a lot of it attractive. A port at the north end, ships coming to and fro, with dilapidated slums where we’d found the strays and set up our headquarters. A ferry crossed back and forth across the bay itself.
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| [https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2016/12/20/bitter-pill-15-16/ Excerpt] from [[Bitter Pill 15.16]]
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| </ref>
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| ==== Trivia ====
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| * I have no proof but I swear this place is meant to be an alt of Brockton Bay. It's even got a ferry!
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