LONDON'S RIVER TURNED MURKY: A SUMMER OF FILTH, 1858

The city of London sought in the heat of summer, 1858. But it was not merely the sun that baked the metropolis. An even more detestable 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 pervaded the very

The year 845 AD. A chill wind whistled across the Seine River, carrying with it the scent carrying salt and fear. The Norsemen were upon us, a stormy swarm of warriors seeking glory. Their longships, like wolves, sliced through the waters, their flags billowing in the wind. A city once proud now trembled beneath the shadow of the coming storm. Pari