When he opened his eyes, the air was thick and grey. He wasn’t in his bedroom anymore. He was standing on a muddy street. The sky was hidden by black smoke rising from giant brick chimneys. A horse-drawn carriage clattered past, making him jump.
When Madame Berger handed back the tests, Léo had an A. At the top, she had written a note: “Did you find a secret door in that PDF?” évaluation révolution industrielle cm2 pdf
The ghost snapped its digital fingers. Whoosh. Léo was back in his chair, the PDF still open on the screen. But now, the words weren't just words. He could smell the coal. He could hear the looms. When he opened his eyes, the air was thick and grey
Léo hated the word “évaluation.” It sounded like a locked door. His teacher, Madame Berger, had just announced, “Next week: control on the Industrial Revolution. I’ve put a revision PDF on the class website.” The sky was hidden by black smoke rising
Léo looked down. A floating, semi-transparent PDF window hovered beside him. Inside the window, the text was rewriting itself into living cartoons.
First, the ghost led him to a textile factory. Through a grimy window, Léo saw a — a massive, hissing beast of pistons and wheels. “The heart of the revolution,” the ghost whispered. “It replaced water mills.”
“Where am I?” he whispered.
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