The clouds vanished. He was back in his office, still holding his coffee mug. The visor sat innocently on the desk.
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A black screen appeared. No graphics, no menus. Just a single, pulsing cursor next to the word: . skygolf.com login
Arthur looked down. He wasn't holding a driver. He was holding a shaft of pure light. The clouds vanished
He immediately tried to log back in. skygolf.com/login . no menus. Just a single