THE THAMES RAN FOUL: A SUMMER OF FILTH, 1858

The city of London sought 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 nauseating odor. The stench was all-consuming, a miasma that clung to every cobblestone and satu

The year eight hundred forty-five AD. A chill wind whistled across the Seine River, carrying with it the scent emanating from salt and fear. The Norsemen were amongst us, a stormy swarm of warriors seeking glory. Their longships, like beasts of the north, sliced through the waters, their banners waving in the wind. A city once confident now tremble