THE THAMES RAN FOUL: A SUMMER OF FILTH, 1858

The city of London breathed in the heat of summer, 1858. But it was not merely the sun that parched 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 pervaded the v

The year the year of our Lord eight hundred and forty-five AD. A chill wind blasted across the Seine River, carrying with it the scent carrying salt and fear. The Norsemen were amongst us, a horde swarm of warriors seeking glory. Their longships, like wolves, sliced through the waters, their flags waving in the wind. A city once proud now trembled