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

The city of London sought in the heat of summer, 1858. But it was not merely the sun that baked the metropolis. An even more repellent force infested its very heart: the River Thames. Years of industrial discharges had transformed London's lifeblood into a stench. The stench was oppressive, a miasma that clung to every cobblestone and pervaded the

The year 845 AD. A chill wind blasted across the Seine River, carrying with it the scent of salt and fear. The Norsemen had arrived, a stormy swarm of warriors seeking glory. Their longships, like wolves, sliced through the waters, their standards billowing in the wind. A city once proud now trembled beneath the threat of Ragnarök. Paris, the City