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 repellent force infested its very heart: the River Thames. Years of industrial waste had transformed London's lifeblood into a nauseating odor. The stench was oppressive, a miasma that clung to every cobblestone and perva

The mighty Legion, once a sprawling nation stretching from Britannia to the East|the vast stretches of North Africa, was not immune to the inevitable march of time. Seeds of decline were sown in its battle of adrianople very foundations, festering over centuries and ultimately leading to its precipitous fall. {Internal strife|constant power strug