A RIVER RUNS PUTRID: A SUMMER OF FILTH, 1858

The city of London sweltered in the heat of summer, 1858. But it was not merely the sun The Great Stink that baked the metropolis. An even more repellent force infested its very heart: the River Thames. Years of industrial effluents had transformed London's lifeblood into a nauseating odor. The stench was overwhelming, a miasma that clung to every

The year the year of our Lord eight hundred and forty-five AD. A chill wind whistled across the Seine River, carrying with it the scent carrying salt and fear. The Norsemen were amongst us, a horde swarm of warriors seeking glory. Their longships, like wolves, sliced through the waters, their standards billowing in the wind. A city once confident n