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

The city of London sweltered in the heat of summer, 1858. But it was not merely the sun that parched the metropolis. An even more detestable force infested its very heart: the River Thames. Years of industrial discharges had transformed London's lifeblood into a nauseating odor. The stench was all-consuming, a miasma that clung to every cobblestone

The year 845 AD. A chill wind whistled across the Seine River, carrying with it the scent of salt and fear. The Norsemen were amongst us, a stormy swarm of warriors seeking riches. Their longships, like serpents, sliced through the waters, their banners waving in the wind. A city once proud now trembled beneath the menace of Valhalla's embrace. Par