White Marsh

The world did not end in fire.
It turned white.

A creeping fog swallowed cities, hardened flesh, and left behind something worse than death.

They call it the White.

It spreads without mercy. It hunts without thought. It turns the living into brittle, bone-white things that still move... still listen... still hunger.

And it cannot touch her.

Sloane should be dead like the rest.
Instead, she burns.

In a world where breath is measured and survival depends on sealed masks and failing filters, her body ...