In the baking summer heat, exhausted rescue crews are now sifting through the debris of the toughest battle against the Islamic State in what became its final redoubt in Mosul.
As Iraqi ground troops, US-led coalition jets and IS militants pulverised the Old City’s winding maze of streets last week, thousands of civilians were caught in the crossfire.
But the area is now deserted. Its inhabitants evacuated to houses, camps or prison cells across the province in recent months.
A week after Iraqi officials declared victory in Mosul, all that remains in the Old City is rubble and hundreds of bodies.
Aid groups say that thousands of civilians were killed. A final death toll is unlikely to ever be known, robbing families of answers and a grave for their grief.
Across western Mosul, hundreds of families are still waiting for news. Others know exactly where their loved ones were killed but are still unable to reach them.
On Friday, Sumaya Sarhan, 48, waited in the rescue workers’ sun-parched yard for her brother’s remains, three months after he was killed in an air strike.
“We lived opposite and tried so many times to get him out. But it was too dangerous, there was too much fighting. Today, I finally saw him pulled from the rubble.”
Staring resolutely forward, for a moment Sarhan looked lost amid the bustle of the workers around her.
Then she started to cry.
“He’s just bones. Just bones,” she said.
The task of cutting bodies from their homes in this, the most devastated swathe of the city, has fallen to a 25-man civil defence unit with one bulldozer, a forklift and a single vehicle to carry the corpses.
They have found hundreds of people who suffocated under the ruins of their homes. Then, there are those IS shot as they tried to flee, their bodies left to rot in the sunshine as a message to anyone else who might attempt to escape.
“It was slow going today. Mainly women and children,” said one of the rescue workers, Daoud Salem Mahmoud, stooping over a green canvas bag he had pulled from the rubble.
It was bulging, apparently packed by its owner as they waited for rescue.
And as Daoud laid out its contents one by one, the shape of a life emerged.
In the back of an Iraqi passport, a black-and-white image of a dark-haired young woman smiled out at the camera.
A green purse was empty aside from the business card of a Mosul wedding photographer.
And then came her jewellery: gold bangles, small rings, a single heart-shaped earring.
Sitting quietly on the step of a hut nearby, 21-year-old Ahmed Salem said the woman was a relative, killed when an air strike hit their home.
He was waiting to collect her body, alongside those of seven cousins, most of them already stacked in body bags on the back of a rescue truck.