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 detestable 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 s

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 horde swarm of warriors seeking plunder. Their longships, like serpents, sliced through the waters, their flags fluttering in the wind. A city once proud now trembled beneath the threat of Valhalla's embrace