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Then the heavy tread of a white-coated Labrador retriever
announced the arrival of the vet. All eyes turned toward him.
“I regret to inform you,” he barked quietly. “The runners are dead.
We can perform an autopsy—for that you must pay in advance. But I
can tell you this: they both overdosed on prohibited substances. That
final sprint did them in. The race was not to the swiftest.”

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