Everybody at the college had a story about the memorial.
The stone obelisk stood in the center of a hidden courtyard. Both the inscription and the bust on one face had been worn away by time and weather, leaving a blank that the students filled in with their own legends and ghost stories.
The tales ranged from the mundane: It belonged to the institution’s founder, to the macabre: The student beheaded in a car crash who roams the campus looking for a replacement.
They would be disappointed to learn that a dispute with the artist simply left the statue unfinished.

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