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hours, officials were reassuring the public that no one could have known, that the jockey felt nothing amiss, that this was a tragic anomaly in a sport that “cares deeply” for its horses.
Yet the numbers, and the bodies, tell a different story. Gold Dancer and Get on George have joined a long roll call of the fallen at Aintree, each death treated as an unfortunate price of tradition. Their legacy now hangs over every fence and every bet slip, forcing a brutal question: if this is what winning can look like, what does it say about those who still choose to watch?
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