The city of London sweltered 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 perv

Nestled amidst a vibrant city scene, stood the Crystal Palace, a staggering edifice of glass and iron. This extraordinary structure, built for the Great Exhibition of 1851, was hailed as a symbol of human ingenuity. Its sheer scale left visitors awe-struck, while its gilded interior allowed for a radiant glow within. Inside its vast halls, the

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