The doorway stood open, a black maw in the soft light around them.

Just beyond the mill, at the corner of the alley, another doorway stood open.

At the far end of the hall a doorway to the parking lot stood open.

A doorway stood open and was filled with bits of small debris.

He turned to look back at where the doorway to the stairs stood in the gloom.

The doorway stood at least eighty meters high, half that in width.

A small doorway stood before them, let into the bare bricks of the wall: the door was shut.

He pushed hard, and the secret doorway stood wide open.

An open doorway stood ten feet down the cross hall, and the voices came from there.

He opened it, stood in the block of gloom that made the doorway.