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 unpleasant force infested its very heart: the River Thames. Years of industrial waste had transformed London's lifeblood into a foul-smelling mire. The stench was oppressive, a miasma that clung to every cobblestone and satur

The year 845 AD. A chill wind whistled across the Seine River, carrying with it the scent carrying salt and fear. The Norsemen had arrived, a horde swarm of warriors seeking glory. Their longships, like wolves, sliced through the waters, their standards waving in the wind. A city once confident now trembled beneath the threat of the coming storm. P