THE THAMES RAN FOUL: A SUMMER OF FILTH, 1858

The city of London sweltered in the heat of summer, 1858. But it was not merely the sun that scorched the metropolis. An Joseph Bazalgette 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 eve

The year eight hundred 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 riches. Their longships, like prowling predators, sliced through the waters, their flags fluttering in the wind. A city once peaceful now trembled benea