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 effluents had transformed London's lifeblood into a foul-smelling mire. The stench was all-consuming, a miasma that clung to every cobblestone

In the belly of 1825, a abominable crime took place aboard the slave ship Zong. Driven by a lust for profit, the ship's captain, {Lord Graeme|Captain Luke||William], instructed that over 130 African captives be thrown into the sea. The massacre was not a random event, but a deliberate decision driven by a calculation to secure insurance payout for

In the year 1860, London was consumed by a stench so overpowering that it became known as "The Great Stink". The River Thames, once a source of life and trade, had become a putrid mass overflowing with garbage. Londoners were driven to shield their noses as they traversed the streets. The stench was so widespread that it pervaded even the offices

A whisper travels on the breeze, a tale spun from honeyed lies and acrimonious truths. It speaks of a flow, its waters glinting with the allure of intoxication. But within its depths lurks a darkness, a dangerous lure that promises power at the cost of morals. They say those who stumble in its current are forever consumed by the river's power, thei