A RIVER RUNS PUTRID: A SUMMER OF FILTH, 1858

The city of London breathed in the heat of summer, 1858. But it was not merely the sun that baked the metropolis. An even more repellent force infested its very heart: the River Thames. Years of industrial waste had transformed London's lifeblood into a stench. The stench was oppressive, a miasma that clung to every cobblestone and infused the very

The year eight hundred forty-five AD. A chill wind swept across the Seine River, carrying with it the scent of salt and fear. The Norsemen were amongst us, a horde swarm of warriors seeking riches. Their longships, like wolves, sliced through the waters, their banners waving in the wind. A city once confident now trembled beneath the threat of Ragn