LONDON'S RIVER TURNED MURKY: 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 discharges had transformed London's lifeblood into a stench. The stench was overwhelming, a miasma that clung to every cobblestone and pervaded

The year 845 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 plunder. Their longships, like serpents, sliced through the waters, their banners fluttering in the wind. A city once peaceful now trembled beneath the shadow of Valhalla's