Complete the short story / flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:
The forge glowed brightly as the blacksmith hammered away at the blade in front of him. He was almost done. It had taken him most of his life to find the raw materials that he needed. And another life time creating the tools necessary for what he needed to create. Not more than six weeks ago the last nugget of StarFall had been delivered to him and he immediately started work, with the tears of joy not even dried on his cheeks. He had followed the Japanese process of folding steel and had done so more than twenty times on this particular blade. A blade unlike any other. A blade made from the remnants of interstellar starships destroyed in orbit. A blade so sharp and strong that steel itself would part. A blade that would allow him to retrieve his daughter from the Molarian Hegemony
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