Tainted Glory, by Guy Fletcher

“Good effort, son, but with a little E.P.O. you could win, not be an also-ran.”

The team leader had been trying to persuade him for months. Now he cracked; he was tired of losing.

“OK. Count me in.”

Not long after he found himself on a gruelling mountain slope in France and was amazed how easily he overtook competitors. It was thrilling finishing the race in first place, to the joy of his team.

The initial euphoria wore off like an alcoholic evening, when you awake at dawn.

“I am a cheat,” he said to the mirror … and wept.

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