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The sky over the Peaks was a perfect, unmoving shade of pastel blue. There were no birds, no wind, and certainly no crowds. There was only the gentle, rhythmic hum of a piano echoing through the valleys.

He looked toward the hole. It sat perched on a narrow ridge, guarded by a bumper that would send anything hitting it flying backward. He had to be precise. He calculated the permutations—left, then right? Or a straight roll off the edge?. He chose the "2-Step Drive." The ball zipped forward, hissed across the tiles, and dropped into the cup with a satisfying, hollow clink . File: Golf.Peaks.zip ...

Arthur stood on a single square of vibrant green grass, clutching a small stack of cards. In front of him, the world was a floating geometric puzzle. A series of elevated stone blocks led toward a distant flag, but the path was anything but straight. To his left, a patch of thick, dark "rough" grass promised to stop any rolling ball in its tracks. Directly ahead, a steep sand trap waited to swallow his progress. He looked at his hand: One card. One "1-Step Chip" card. The sky over the Peaks was a perfect,