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A glowing orb—his caddie—hovered next to him. “Welcome back, Mr. Pendelton,” it chimed in Leo’s voice. “Hole 1. Par 5. Wind at 12 knots from the east.”
The screen shimmered. A soft, warm breeze filled his office, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass. He blinked. His armchair was gone. He was standing on a tee box floating on a bed of cumulus clouds. The fairway was a ribbon of emerald green stitched into the sky. The flags below weren't on greens; they were on the peaks of distant, snowy mountains. skygolf.com login
Leo laughed. “Dad, there is no password. SkyGolf knows you. The real login is a feeling. You can only play when you truly need to escape. Try again tomorrow morning. Don’t force it. Just… want it.” A glowing orb—his caddie—hovered next to him
On the 18th hole, as he lined up a five-foot birdie putt, the screen flickered. “Hole 1