The Furnace of Arthur Pemberton

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The snow fell over Interlaken like a slow curtain, white and silent and absolute. Arthur Pemberton sat by the window of his small chalet and watched it fall, and he thought about engines. Not the steam engines of his factories in Manchester, those thundering brick cathedrals of iron and fire that had made his fortune. Not the ticklish brass clocks that lined the walls of his father's watchshop,...

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